It seems to be one month is up, one month is down. This was a down month, with my PTSD (Phoenix Traffic Stress Disorder) reaching such epic proportions that one day I got home and polished off half a bottle of whisky.
Bear in mind, I’m retired: I don’t even commute anymore. (When I did, I used need a second hand to count all the incidences of attempted vehicular homicide / suicide I would witness.) Now, I maybe drive 2-3 times a week, most of my miles driving to do some hike or another.
Tell me Hank, why do you drink?
- Another appearance by Sergeant Halftrack & his camper.
- Small Penis Syndrome.
- No respect for the Fire Department.
- A guy parked in a drive lane. (Parked, not broke down.)
- Comic relief.
- This month’s King Asshole.
Phoenix Asshole Drivers #10
There was a video here, but YouTube deleted my account: I’m now on Rumble and Vimeo.
