I have news for the young people of East Boston. Trenton Street is just that, a street. It’s not a drag strip, and it’s certainly not a race track. It’s a street. You know, a street… where we have kids and dogs. This is not a place for you to come flying down the street at 60 mph. As some doofus learned today, I don’t like it when people do this. This is the part where I jump out in front of speeding cars and scare the shit out of them, forcing them to slow down.
I was walking Reggie, talking to my neighbor Colleen when some idiot came flying down my street. I thrust Reggie’s leash into Colleen’s hand and leaped into the middle of the street. This guy slammed on his brakes and skidded to a halt, barely avoiding me. Now, this wasn’t very smart on my part, but hopefully this kid got my point. He had a hell of a lot more time to slow down than if it had been a little kid. Little kids come out of nowhere. I could have at least humped up onto his hood, I hope.
Colleen told me that was “balls out.” It was just dumb, if you ask me. Intentionally jumping out in front of cars isn’t exactly smart.
So the next time you’re driving down Trenton Street and an angry homo jumps out in front of your car, it means you’re going to fast and need to slow down.