So on my commute home today, about 20 miles, it was raining very cold and I had possibly the worst headache known to mankind. I was following a mid 90's Cavalier down State Highway 56 in the lovely booming metropolis known as NorWood. I shit you not there are 36 people that inhabit this place.
Going through town I crossed over the local railroad tracks and hit a stretch of highway marked at 55mph. So with no questions asked I accelerate someplace between 60 and 65mph.
Going over a hill by the high school I see the same mid 90's Cavalier pulled over on the side of the road with it's hazard lights on. He put some space between us at a traffic light. Suddenly from around the front of the car this dude walked out into the road. I tried to avoid him by swerving into the other lane but it was far too late. I clipped him with the right side of my 6,000lb Silverado. He rag dolled into the ditch.
Now under the seat of this Silverado is a sawed of shotgun and an unregistered illegal Kimber .45 handgun. I'm not going to let the police find that. It's bad enough I probably just killed this dude and left the scene. I deceide the best thing to do is floor it. I turn down some side roads and end up in a town 45 miles from home.
I finally get home and go straight to my boss who can probably clean this whole mess up. I explained it to him and then went home. I pulled into the driveway at the same time as my mom and I was still pretty shaken up by what happened. She could tell something was up and I started to explain the whole story. My mom got scared and said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'. I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror, if anything I can say this cab is rare, but I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'. I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'. I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.