DoyouBlameme 1:1

Mikey had reflected on the misery of the masses for 40 days within the desert of El Cajon and San Diego.
These were darkened times.
Misery seemed to be commonplace amongst the masses, take as an example the t shirted wearing gentlemen driving a 1993 Ford Crown Victoria who took it upon himself to pull up next to Mikey in the left turn lane while Mikey did wait in the righteous Through lane awaiting the turning of the light from Red to Green.
The t Shirted man did say, in between beats of his Toby Keith cassette. "I'M GONNA PULL AROUND YOU CAUSE YOU ARE A SLOW POKE. DO YOU HEAR ME, BECAUSE YOU ARE A SLOW POKE!"
Mikey pondered.
In making love to the Wife of Mikey, being a slow poke was always rewarded with mutual satisfaction and appropriate kudos for Mikey.
In investments, slow, even handed decision making had mitigated losses during 1987, 2000 and again in 2007.
In baking, a slow cooked stew, was always better than a microwaved stew.
Yet here, Mikey stood on the brink of bloody conflict due to a similar belief.

Mikey paraphrased scripture after his window did roll down.
"If I've said something wrong, tell me what it is, Why do you strike me with a name like, "Slowpoke"? Isn't that a candy, or something?
The T shirted man did retort, "yeah, well that's what you are and I'm going around you when this light turns green.." Mikey did hear the verses of Toby Keith's "American Soldier" emanating from this crown victoria,which Mikey thought, from the smell of burning oil and sweet burn of anti freeze onto the running engine was less than 100 miles from a significant breakdown.
As the T shirted man would carry much tribulation in the days to come from this forthcoming breakdown, Mikey did give his blessing.
"Go in peace when the light turns green, but speak the word 'slowpoke' no more."

The light did turn green, and the tshirted man did go to his waiting fate.