I was crossing the street and could see this monster truck speeding up to the stop sign. I was officially in the street and the white truck had to push on HIS breaks pretty hard. He could see me from a distance and yet somehow thought he had the right-o-way.

He stopped. Then speed fast away while flipping me off and yelling "wake-up". I was wide awake and yelled something like "fuck you"... Honest I wanted him to get outta his big truck so I could kick him in the nutz. The older I get the more I just trust in myself. Maybe too much because I would get my ass kicked. Yet, I just don't care as much.

And my real question is? What does it mean to be in-love? What does love mean to you? At what point can you officially say you are in-love? AND looking back do you always agree that you were officially in-love?