Speeding Ticket

There… he… goes… speeding down the mountain, he’s just enjoying life. He just wants to share TIME with his friend. To his provider’s misfortune, TIME varies her lipstic – I mean definition. His description: “I was just enjoying MYself, it wasn’t MY fault.” Her description: “But you hurt ME. What about ME?” She was furious. Her insurance rates became destined to go THROUGH THE ROOF. It’s so unfair for her, she was just trying to provide for her man: gave him a car and some freedom. The interest her man once gave her, though, sped off so quickly that it deserved plenty more speeding tickets. That interest Deserved stars, road blocks, and helicopters; and a much more somber ending than that of a life in Grand Theft Auto. Once you’re caught, you’re caught. You can still go back, though, once you leave, you’re gone indefinitely. Everyone else must pay your debts now. She became dull, she got fat, every Christmas present gets old by the time Santa comes around again. Not that any of any of those physical characteristics mattered, though. It was true love, so true that the betrayal was just as true. But it was just a speeding ticket.