The Tailgater

He was a chronic tailgater.
That was his one major fault.
His only addiction.
He didnt drink, smoke, pop pills or gamble away his earnings.
He didn’t even lie which is what
habitual liars do.
He just tailgated other drivers
for the mad thrill of it.

Back in the 60s when bumper stickers were all the rage
he’d get up real close to read every one of them.
Mostly they were about saving the planet or God was dead
or Woodstock
and peace signs.

Peace peace peace
when there wasn’t any.

Now, there’s nary a sticker on rear bumpers.

But one day he spotted one.
Like a man with a fetish
he speeded up
Changed lanes four times
till he was directly behind the car with that one single sticker.
He inched dangerously close
And closer
Till he could read the small words.

“IF YOU CAN READ THIS, LOOK UP!“

He looked up

Saw a gun

And…

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