As mentioned in the title, I saw a F*CKin dead dude a few days ago...Sat night in fact. The moment in the week when is a good time to party, not dead. Well, I guess that dude did not want to die in the first place. My bad...
Anyway, the dead dude was like freshly dead when I saw him.
Young chap.
Biker.
Got smashed at the side of a car, a Nissan Latio. I know before you folks decide to say "Bikers...No wonder.Tsk, tsk, tsk." Well, f*ck you and your judgemental ass I say.
Equipped with most minimalistic CSI knowledge, this was what likely to have happened...
Dramatic Reenactment
Nevertheless, I rode off with a helluva shellshock. Not because I saw a F*CKin dead dude but because a taxi decided to stop in the middle of the road to take a look at the accident, unknowing that,
ONE: It is fuckin dangerous,
and TWO: I was behind him.
As I rode off the scene, I said a prayer for that boy. To me, to you and to the rest, he was just a dead boy. To others, he was a dead son, a dead friend and a dead loved one.
Please, for the drivers out there.
Be considerate.
Enjoi.
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