It’s a fucking evening in summer, 27°c outside all day in my heavily insulated apartment made for temperatures below -40°c, I have all my windows open trying to cool the place down enough to sleep with the cool night air, I live a few blocks away from a busy downtown avenue in a mostly sleepy neighborhood flanked by retirement homes on either side of my building, and the dead of fucking night what do I hear? Some chucklefuck revving at the intersection below me in his 2007 riced up shitbox, waking up ever old person in the building next to me who has spent the last 14 months in waking hell. My blood pressure skyrockets, and I have to push down the urge to walk out on my balcony and start screaming obscenities into the now disrupted midnight silence, I settle down and turn off my bedside light, muttering to myself, before 5 minutes pass chucklefuck #2 comes screaming in on a crotch rocket and the process renews again. I spent a lot of time at the local race track and every car show in the city as a child with my father who owned many cars and still does, however I remember something distinctly lacking from the fuckasses that drive by my apartment; Respect for the peace of others, and the looks of equal disgust and distaste I see on my neighbors faces when some cockthistles screeches through the neighborhood in his jacked up 2021 F150 dick compensator, it becomes all the more evident that nobody and I mean NOBODY thinks you’re fucking cool when you’re vehicle sounds like a nuclear explosion rolling down the road because you want to rev and accelerate and pretend like you’re going more than 50kmph.