Mar
24
I was driving Freddy to school
Across the top, by the television transmitter, when a van towing a compressor cut in from the bus lane on the left without indicating.
I hit my horn.
A young guy lent from his cab to address me.
Just fuck off. Fuck off. I don’t fucking need this, he said.
In my mind I got out of the car and walked over to him in the stationary traffic and through his open window, punched him in the face. Blood ran from his nose.
Fred looked at me. We waited for the traffic to move off.
