Dear dead Deer

It was 3am, middle of nowhere, the moon high in the sky, surrounded by its celestial brothers and sisters, lighting up the night sky.  It was a warm evening, with a hint of moisture, just enough to create a blanket of fog hovering above the ground.  Alabama Thunderpussy was blaring out of the XM radio, my Mountain Dew sat chilling in its cup holder, I had 2 more stops left, I come to the crest of a hill at 70mph, and off in the not so far distance I saw it, the feared horn bearing ferocious woodland creature, immediately my thoughts went to my ancestors, and the hordes of people who were once plagued by this vicious beast, enough so to create a sport, and a season for hunting these vile creatures.  I had no high caliber scoped rifles, or no lazer guided arrows to shoot from a compound bow......no, my only weapon, my 2 ton box truck.........our eyes met for a fraction of a second, I veered left to the open lane, and the creature without warning lunged as if to attack me and  BAM.........Bambi is dead........again.

how poetic

Later Fuckers

-The Sick One