The world went on. Nothing unusual happened

The world went on. Nothing unusual happened to them. But I plotted. I plotted my revenge on

my green iMac while listening to a cassette on my Sony Walkman. Having thrown the adage that 'vengeance is a dish best served cold" out the window I meant to have mine on the hour.

oh my god

Or so I thought.

It was when I stopped thinking that the magic happened.

That something appeared out of the blue, I knew it couldn't just be my eyes deceiving me. I needed to

figure out what's going here. Fight or flight? Take the bulls by the horn or make like matador?

Hmm, like matador. I imagined myself as a pristine 1975 AMC Matador loose on the dirty streets of a dirty City. Today. Funk music blaring from my Stereo Speakers white walled tires

with gangster rims. People gawking because they haven't seen a car like mine. "What car is that." That's a Matador." "Hmm, so that's a Matador." "Made in Toledo."