I was cutting the corner of Cole and Routh when I could see flashing yellow from my left. It was your typical frat boy dodge ram lifted with the works and chrome rims. I could barely see the driver’s face from the snapback and iPhone combination. The Bass was ringing out with some Yo Gotti. Certainly something I could get down with.

It was a 4 way stop intersection and I kept moving through like I owned the place. The minute I stepped to the street all I could hear was the roar of a loud diesel. My feet hesitated but my arms reacted.

BAMN. DUUNNNKKK.

The truck slammed on his breaks, his ass still on Cole while the front was on Routh. The vibration from the bass got quiet as the windows showed the anger in his too early to have 5 O’clock shadow beard.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS A MATTER WITH YOU? THIS IS A FUCKING EXPENSIVE TRUCK!” the voice screamed at me.

“But can it stop at an intersection?”

“CAN YOU? THIS TRUCK TENDS TO EAT SHORT KIDS LIKE YOU!”

That was a statement I definitely believed. The thing was an overpriced Hotwheels truck needed for compensation. Who cares that you’re debt, when you got something to show for it.

“Fuck this, I’m late anyways. Watch were you’re going next time.”

SQEEEEEEK the truck sped off down Routh street. My eyes started to water from all the smoke near me. I took a second to rub them. Just as I started to get my sight back, I heard a crash.

DO DO DO DO DO. DUUUUUPPPPP DUUUUPPPPP EEEEERRRRRRRR EEEEEEERRRRRRR

The Black dodge again stopped in the middle of the road. This time by a Blonde in a Silver Accord.

I could barely make out a faint yell “WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU SPEEDING DOWN HERE?”

“It was that fucking guy over there!”

Just another morning in Uptown, where nothing is ever your fault.