instant kharma on I-80

a story of how i walked the road less traveled, then achieved instant kharma on I-80 East.

I was on my way to school today and had chosen to listen to some softer music a little louder than usual. driving along i see a white eclipse with the top down, quite a sight for early in march, even if it is in the 60's. i noticed a brazilian flag in the mirror, and long curly dark brown hair blowing in the wind as the car weaved from lane to lane. intrigued, i pulled up closer the girl in the driver's seat glanced over at the traffic in the right lane, and the sun bounced off her earrings. her skin was a darkish tone, definitely not american. brazilian? or just a fan? i couldn't tell. within a minute she was almost out of sight, but i couldn't let her go that easy, so i sped up, weaving through traffic, all just to get back at her. after all, we had been going dangerously fast, and she had the nerve to take my eyes off the road? we both could've been killed! after about 15 miles of this back-and-forth-chasing-game, it was time for us to go our separate ways. or maybe it was just her exit and she had been in a rush to get somewhere and hadn't even noticed me. at any rate, i got to newark in a half hour, which is pretty fast. now left alone with the soft music blaring in my ears, it was time for some reflection. I think i realized for the first time, that i'm really not that attracted to white chicks all that much, not nearly as much as girls who are darker, or who are more "exotic" looking for the most part. i guess none of this really matters at all. but after all it's not like i never promised you anything anyway. I just hope that i never have to go through another chase like that again.