Feb 18, 2006 23:59
Oh lord, he was angery. His "girlfriend" and her OTHER boyfriend stared in shock as the burly man charged from where they were, over the hedge to the street waving his crowbar wildly overhead. He ran strait to Sancho's truck and burried a knee into the passenger side door. Weilding the pry-device in both hands he brings it crashing down through the mirror. Then he smacks the hubcap, the fender, the headlight the bumper, the hood --- he works his way around the huge blue pickup denting and smashing, releasing howls of rage as he goes.
The truck had been new.
on his second trip about the truck the infuriated grizzly man busts out the driver side window, unlocks the door, and climbs up into the cab. The frightend couple on the porch look at eachother wondering what to expect next from their once rational friend. The masive desiel engine comes to life as the man inside hotwires it.
It was like something from a video game, the truck was ignoring traffic, pedestirans, and roads. The driver no longer cared whether he lived or not. He didn't even bother buckeling his safety belts before rampaging through the neighborhood... Fences fell, barbeques were overturned, mailboxes curshed, cars crunched, young trees toppled, yards farmed, traffic signs flatend, speed limits ignored... He didn't try to hit any people, but he didn't try to avoid them either.