The engine roars then fires a cannon blast. It shakes and shudders like a wagon on a washboard road, rattling brains, teeth, and all notions of order and propriety before melting into abject silence.
Exasperation
Rave Solo
That third tree down the left-hand side of the alley below my fourth floor window looks like Robert the Bruce.
A wee spot of Anglophobia
I fall from the rideshare car at ABIA; methinks it was a Lyft - fucking hate Uber - well, I hate Lyft, too,
Mas Tortas Para los Trabajadores 