Bastards have done it again. Gray Tahoe with the busted up rear bumper.
Parked in front of my drive, probably for the night.
Probably doesn't even give it a second thought, as he (she?) heads to the opium den next door.
Why should he? No one's ever done anything.
99% of assholes are caused by people who are too nice to say anything.
I should anonymously call the cops, get him a ticket, get him towed.
The masturbatory fantasies of a coward.
Dusk is falling, no one is around.
Deeply I hawk a thick one up, and out of the side of my mouth I launch.
It lands with a ping on the frozen hood.
Satisfied, I walk back to my door, Justice being served.