“Hey bub, just wanted to let you know that we were on the way to Taco Tico the other day and I had put the e-brake lever on old Jeremy. There’s been an awful lot of possums this year, but the dogs keep chasing them off. Well, we’ll talk to you later...”

Sad thing is, if he was to call me up and apologize for it, I’d probably laugh about it and ask him what the fuck he was thinking?

It took every ounce of strength, energy, and driving prowess (I credit my experience driving off-road in Jeeps and trucks) to keep us from dying. We stopped when we ran up onto a curb at 40mph.

I didn’t want anything to do with anyone calling the police over two grown men fighting on the side of the freeway that day. A smile, a loogey to the face, and being deserted in a foreign city seemed like enough at the time.

IIRC, it was a Sunday morning before like 10. No weed dealers were going to be up at that hour.

Buying me some weed is a good start.

A literal picture of an asshole would have been more fitting.

It was his dad....

Nah, not something either of us toy around with.

His logic speaks for his short fuse, as well.

He was a family friend. I'm still close to the rest of his family.

Typical Austin wannabe that was shitting on how shitty Houston was.

I haven’t seen him in 2.5 years (that day),but he’s a family friend and I’m still close with the rest of his family.

Yeah, I haven’t spoke to him in over 2.5 years, but it’s one of those odd situations where our families are so close that I see his parents and sister and always seem to know what he’s up to.

I had a friend one time yank my parking brake while I was driving 80mph in my Mazda2 on the beltway in Houston. And then he started punching me in the face while I tried to stabilize the mess he put us in. I’m lucky to be alive right now.