Jake was eating his breakfast and reading the newspaper like always when he heard it, loud and clear: a car was starting on his driveway. He threw his newspaper on the table and stuck his head out the window.
His mug broke upon impact with the floor, splattering scalding coffee all over the kitchen.
"GET OUT OF MY FUCKING CAR!" he screamed, grabbing his keys off the hook and his gun from beside the door and then sprinting outside. Fucking punks and their goddamn new-agey hot-wiring techniques--he'd show them, with some good old-fashioned lead.
He raced down the driveway, screaming and waving his fists like a madman.
"GET OUT OR I'LL FUCKING SHOOT YOUR PUNK HEADS OFF, YOU FUCKING FAGGOTS!"
His mug broke upon impact with the floor, splattering scalding coffee all over the kitchen.
"GET OUT OF MY FUCKING CAR!" he screamed, grabbing his keys off the hook and his gun from beside the door and then sprinting outside. Fucking punks and their goddamn new-agey hot-wiring techniques--he'd show them, with some good old-fashioned lead.
He raced down the driveway, screaming and waving his fists like a madman.
"GET OUT OR I'LL FUCKING SHOOT YOUR PUNK HEADS OFF, YOU FUCKING FAGGOTS!"