Scrapping With Scrappers

What? What did he just do? Oh hell no. Hell no, oh you got to be kidding me. What finger was that. Ok, fine. Ok whatever. I see what you did there. I'll just sit here with this blank look. That'll show 'em. What a day. What a thing to do. Just going to pass me up with a big truck full of appliances just as I'm getting out of my junk truck shallow with chicken wire and broom sticks. I get ya. Why dont you share a little? Why not spread the love, you 17 year old junk boy. What makes you think you can just rocket past a guy who, admittedly, didn't leave the house until a little later today. I don't speed past you blaring sweet home alabama with my windows rolled down, honking the horn every time I see a girl jogging on the side of the road. I know you, and I dont even know your name. You think you can play the guitar because you have one under your bed. You steel beer from your neighbors garage, and if not, you'll get a homeless guy to but you and your buddies some with the money you make tonight. You think you are a god because you are diving a 1993 Dodge Ram 50? What the hell is wrong with you? Seriously? Really? It's a small neighborhood, and I consider myself a friendly enough guy; Why would you drive past a fellow Scrapyard soldier and throw down a finger bomb? What the hell is wrong with you? Thats ok, though, cause this morning I picked up a solid copper transformer from a guy that worked at a power plant. Thats right; $225 of solid Incan gold. You could probably buy another one of those Trucks and still have enough left over to take your girlfriend out for dinner and a movie. Oh well, you'll never know that because you were too busy driving away and laughing at my short stack.