Timmy Burns

This time of year the sun sets just past the trees in my backyard, and it's at just the right angle to render my right eyeball completely useless. It comes charging in through the door to the backyard and stands inches from my face in all of it's 8-minute-old glory, pompous, knowing full well I can't do anything but deal with it for another 10-15 minutes.

I was driving back from a client in Wilmington, MA just last week when I saw a license plate frame on the back of an Audi S6, all seventy-five thousand dollars of it, that said, 'Success is the best revenge.'

And yea, I've heard that phrase before but most people say it without actually being able to back it up. And yea, this guy could just have a $75,000 car and a $1,500/mo car lease, but for some reason I seriously doubt that.

I loved it. I hope he (or she) gets to drive around their home town frequently as their classmates from high school look on from the drive through window of a shitty fast food joint and say to themselves, 'Man, I shouldn't have been such a dickhead to _____'

I hope that this guy (or girl) frequently shops at the retail stores that those idiots from town work at. I hope that he gets to buy expensive clothing and ring up bills of more than those rotten bastards make in a month.

I hope, that at least somewhere in this world, all the cool kids from the popular cliques in highschool are getting the 21-gun, King Hell, FUCK YOU salute that they've deserved all along, and I hope it comes in the purest form of satisfaction from those who may not have been as cool.

My eyes have stopped seeing red, at least for the moment. I'm not sure if it's because the sun went down or because I've spent the last 400 words ranting about karma.