The screeching of tires was audible as the green s.u.v. barreled down the quiet country lane. Mr.Pruce was speeding in a new Range Rover along the gravel road, turning sharply to the left, he nearly flipped the gas guzzling behemoth over as he tried to make the turn to the driveway. The massive automobile went up on the lawn Charles watched as the tires gripped into the St.Augustine green grass, gouging out long black tracks in the sod. He stood and watched, mouth hanging open, as the s.u.v. spun around back the way it came speeding towards the mailbox; which was struck hard sending it, and its contents, sailing through the air. Charles clearly
heard the song 'Dirty Deeds, Done Dirt Cheap' by AC DC and the sound of Mr.Pruce laughing from inside the vehicle.
Charles shook his head trying not to become enraged as Mr.Pruce hopped out of his car reeking of expensive whiskey and cheap whore's perfume. "Sorry 'bout that Charlie." the barrel-chested, bald British bastard said still laughing a little as he eyed the destruction on the lawn.
"What the hell is the matter with you? You drunken son of a prick!" Charles yelled "Just look at what you've done now." he continued as he began picking up the pieces of mail out of the bushes "Every time you come here, I swear."
"Look mate.., it was accident."
"Well so was your birth!" Charles snapped. Bengiman began laughing he thought his remark was funny.
"And what is so amusing." he asked shoving the mail back in the mailbox; which he found under an cottonwood tree.
"Sorry, it's just that was a really good comeback, you were always so clever." Mr.Pruce took the mailbox he destroyed from him and tossing it in a Nandina bush said "Forget about this Charlie, we have work to tend to." he smiled a little evil smile beckoning Charles to climb in the s.u.v. "Get in I'll tell you what's going on."
heard the song 'Dirty Deeds, Done Dirt Cheap' by AC DC and the sound of Mr.Pruce laughing from inside the vehicle.
Charles shook his head trying not to become enraged as Mr.Pruce hopped out of his car reeking of expensive whiskey and cheap whore's perfume. "Sorry 'bout that Charlie." the barrel-chested, bald British bastard said still laughing a little as he eyed the destruction on the lawn.
"What the hell is the matter with you? You drunken son of a prick!" Charles yelled "Just look at what you've done now." he continued as he began picking up the pieces of mail out of the bushes "Every time you come here, I swear."
"Look mate.., it was accident."
"Well so was your birth!" Charles snapped. Bengiman began laughing he thought his remark was funny.
"And what is so amusing." he asked shoving the mail back in the mailbox; which he found under an cottonwood tree.
"Sorry, it's just that was a really good comeback, you were always so clever." Mr.Pruce took the mailbox he destroyed from him and tossing it in a Nandina bush said "Forget about this Charlie, we have work to tend to." he smiled a little evil smile beckoning Charles to climb in the s.u.v. "Get in I'll tell you what's going on."
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