Don’t ask.
Ok, fine, I’ll tell you.
I want you to know how angry I am.
I stopped at the red light.
A car flew right through the light unscathed.
Probably got where they wanted to go,
But much faster.
I waited.
Imagining over and over again that the light turned green.
But still red.
And then, just as I stopped caring about how long it takes,
It turned green.
It was time to move,
My turn had come at last.
I move forward toward what’s best.
And the road disappears from under me.
I fall into absolute nothing.
A gripping hand of space.
Suffocating me and throwing whiskey in front of me.
A fall into nothing, not knowing if I’ve stopped.
Or maybe reached terminal velocity.
Why did the bad guy win?
Or did he?
No wonder people question why they have to follow rules.