I know you. I am part of you. Part of the wild, uninhibited culture that defines you. The culture that has no wise, but welcomes innovation. The people who shun advice, yet create their own.
Where do the young get the nerve to ignore the old? Why don’t we all just listen instead of claim to know? And yet here I am, writing to you: the spontaneous generation.
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Friend
I was walking with this friend I had, and we arrived at a crosswalk. He stepped right out into the street as he said, "I have right of way!" A truck hit him.
The moral of the story is: You may be right, but you're dead.
After my brother drove into an intersection after the light turned green, his driving teacher admonished him for not checking both ways. "But it's his fault if something happens." "Yes," he replied. "It's his fault. But it's your problem."
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Like Jackie Mason said, "We'll have the most racially unprofiled country of dead people."
After my brother drove into an intersection after the light turned green, his driving teacher admonished him for not checking both ways.
"But it's his fault if something happens."
"Yes," he replied.
"It's his fault. But it's your problem."
At Ripley's Believe it or Not there's a tombstone with the heading: "I had the right of way".
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