Letters to the people in my dreams

Dear Sir,

I’m sorry I wrecked your brand new 18 wheeler. But you will have to agree that you invited me to “hop in” and that I did nothing more than put my hands on the steering wheel. At that point some other unknown reason caused it to slowly start moving forward. As it slowly gathered speed I tried many times to use the natural terrain as a means of stopping. But in the end none of these techniques worked and we gently tipped over and came to rest. No one was hurt.

Again, I’m sorry but your truck would obviously have come to this inevitable conclusion whether I was in it or not. And if I were you I would seriously consider a world in which vehicles don’t have brakes uninhabitable.

Yours truly,

Me


Notes. Permalink.  Fri, Jul 3rd 2009, 3:47 PM (∞).
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