Just archived with the court records.
Occasionally, I come across it while searching old files.
It doesn’t make me angry now.
It reminds me how much damage one careless person can do when he thinks the people he hurts have no practical way to answer.
And how wrong that assumption can be.
The last time I drove past the empty Viper lot, somebody had put up a commercial FOR LEASE sign.
Fresh white board.
Red lettering.
No neon flames.
No tow trucks.
No Big Chuck.
Just an empty piece of industrial land waiting for whatever came next.
I stayed at the curb only a few seconds.
Then I put the van in drive.
The steering responded beneath my hand with almost no effort.
The lift was intact.
The transmission was smooth.
The road ahead was mine again.
And that mattered far more than watching Chuck lose his.
The end
