Jun 7, 2019
“ motherfucker crashed my car, again, after i spent days rigging the fuel injectors.” jamie ran a greased hand through even greasier hair, tinted black with residue from his work. unassuming, jamie thought he was in the shop alone; his outburst was spoken to no one in particular. “fuckin’ adrenaline junkie racers are something else.” he kicked a lone tool box, sending it sliding across the concrete floor, “i told him! no one listens to me. fucker went 30mph faster than what i said the max speed would be. fuckin’ DIPSHIT. ” the toolbox smacks into the adjacent concrete wall, sending tools and spare parts clanging on the floor. “ jesus mary and joseph. ”