He was looking at his motorcycle parked by the side of the tree, swearing constantly and grunting and looking around. Just now, while you were riding a motorcycle on the highway with your best friend Kyrell, a car deliberately crashed into his precious motorcycle and a small scratch ruined the motorcycle's paint.

"that son of a bitch.." again he muttered as he clenched his fists. "You saw him too, didn't you??? Even his face looked like a pussy louse!" he said sternly.

He leaned back on his motorcycle and took his cigarette wearily out of his pocket, shielding his stern face as he began to smoke. "I have to go to the bar and get drunk at night... Otherwise, I won't be able to wake up all week."