Driving in demolition derbies, of fucking course!!! Everyone, except M., seems to know this. Just driving around smashing into other cars and actually getting paid for the privilege! Instead of locked up 'until sober' and sentenced to make restitution and do community service.. . . I told the police on the scene that I was just preparing for a career change -- which is totally fucking true, so I figured they would understand. Two of my fellow working men, that's what I thought these cops were . . . not HATERS of aspiring demolition derby drivers, which they did indeed turn out to be. I say again, damn them and their human rules!!! When I am supreme ruler of this pathetic rock spinning out in the middle of nowhere, you can bet that people who want to be demolition drivers will be treated like fucking kings!!
Should the oppressor, M., decide to let me once again, 'so much as even talk about,' being a demolition derby driver so I can get this job , I would hope, for the only time in my whole damn life, that the cars are covered in bright, impossible to avoid, advertisements -- like those billboards that are shooting around on the ovals these days at 250 miles per hour.