“No, no!” you shout to no one inside your car. “Not this time!”
You’re tired of these damned kids playing in the middle of the street. Why should you have to slow down when you’re the one properly utilizing the roadway? Those little assholes have yards, don’t they? They’ve got houses and parks and fields and forests and ditches and old abandoned houses and cemeteries and slaughterhouses and the bottoms of very deep lakes and spooky caves and pedophiles’ basements and open manholes and smelting factories and barbeque pits to play in why the fuck do they have to take up the road, too?
Fucking bullshit, that’s what this is, and you’re not going to take it anymore. Slow down, your ass, you’ll speed up.
You ease onto the accelerator then you decide that easing on is for pussies and you slam that fucker to the floor. You run your car straight through the middle of their little game and you laugh the whole way. Cards and money fly into the air in the wake of your vehicle.
Kids shouldn’t be playing poker anyway.