while sitting at a red light, you pull up next to me and your music is so loud it shakes my windows. when i look over to give you a nasty “you’re an asshole” sneer i notice there are two small children in your backseat. it is one thing to listen to that mess of words and bass you call “music” so loud that you go deaf, but it is quite another to subject your own children to it. i would love to hear that conversation at your pediatrician’s office:

doctor: “i’m curious as to why your son has 60% hearing loss in both ears”

parent: “well, it could be that i insist on matching the decibel level in my vehicle to that of an grenade blowing up in your face”

doctor: (looking around the office) “hm, now where did i put that “parent of the year” award?”

no one wants to listen to your shitty music. if i did, i’d download it off of itunes. and kev thinks i am kidding, but the next time someone drives through my neighborhood with their music turned up so loud i can hear it at the back of the house i swear to the baby jesus i will throw a very fat cat at their car. his claws are sharp, man.