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I apologized for honking but said speeding here is dangerous for kids. His demeanor changed like I threatened him. "K-k-kids? Don't let them see me! I got spanked last time." When I asked what he meant, he got angry. "Your windshield will eat my lunch!" Then he threw a half-eaten sleeve of saltines and a plastic water bottle full of olive brine at my windshield. Then he turned his stereo up to max volume, blasted Nickelback's "How You Remind Me," hurting his own ears, and sped off.
Weird guy.
Also dunks his brown sugar cinnamon poptarts in ranch. I keep telling him to stop this foul deed as it is tearing our family apart, piece by piece. He just looks at me as he eats this disgusting "food" combination. I can feel the soulless look of his eyes draining my sanity.
Please exorcise the demon that has taken a grip upon his mortal coil.