4 wheeled DJ
I’m an asshole driver. I’ll easily admit it. I cut off people, I lay on my horn often, tailgate and speed (don’t mention anything about the Carpool, okay?). But its not asshole-ish of me to blast my speakers and roll down my windows.
Why?
Because I’m doing you a service. Yes, a service. I’m showing and sharing with you what real music is. No, its not WayneSeanJohn’s latest Big Booty Shakin’ single that vibrates your bling bling trunk and shakes your gas cap loose. No, its not the latest mexican polka single either.
Its one of two things. Wait, three things. Real music is either KQED 88.5, KYOU 550(AM), or the CD I have chose to put in my car. Yes, I am the master of what to listen to. So don’t get pissed off if I roll up in my sedan, windows down blaring Ben Folds, or Of Montreal, or Bjork, just trust me that I’m doing you a favor.
“But why do you get all pissy when someone rolls up next to you rattling their doors with their tunes?”
Because never have I in all my driving life had someone come up next to me in their car with something playing that makes me go “Oh man! Thats good!” So that has then lead to be believe that most of you ‘tards listen to shit.
Perhaps it has to do with my locale. Okay, thats understandable, but how come I don’t hear any difference when I drive to Pleasanton or Palo Alto? Oh, thats right, all drivers there have the same BMW with the same tint job, windows up, with A/C on full blast so I can’t hear whats coming out of their stereos. I’m better off anyway, I’ve already heard the new Kelly Clarkson album. Respect it!
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