Dirty Harry

So I drove to Westwood today to get some therapy done on my broken down wrist.

Second visit ~ 2^nd time I almost got in a car accident.

Tires screeching under the Beast making a scene and I could feel about 20,000 eyeballs eyeballing me and some in the crowd roared and they whistled. Adrenaline sweating from my pale knuckles. Heart and ghost each ready w/a foot out the door.

You could smell the smoked rubber permeating the air.

She waves and mouths “Sorry”.

I mouth “Fuck off”.

Careless cunt!

I ought a kick you in your . . .

L.A. drivers  .  .  .  you kinda wanna smack em’ across the head with the large, flat palm of your hand ~

Clint Eastwood style.

Sept. 14, 2000 
Victor Millan