Pretty Blue

There's this moment in anyone's life when they come to some sort of realization of their parents.

I needed to return a Redbox movie (two days late of course) so I decided to take advantage of the beautiful weather and walk down the street to the PriceRite. As I walked, a few cars whilst wizzing by beeped their horn at me (and by cars, what I really mean is the person within who happen to be driving). It made me think back to my childhood, sitting a car with my father as a pretty girl walked by on the street. He was the creeper with his fool head half out the window staring at her behind.

What a class act.