Victor was joy riding down Elm Street in Greensboro, NC.
A quiet, old Mexican man pulled in front of him by mistake.
Victor cut him off, pulled out his handgun and threatened him.
The quiet, old Mexican didn’t understand English but
Apologized in Spanish and drove away without a scene.
Victor, not too bright, thought the gentlemen insulted him.
Road raged, raced after him to pistol whip him for his slight.
The quiet, old Mexican man, a great, powerful Shaman,
Waved his hand and Victor and his car vanished.
Victor woke up in his car in a Harris Teeter parking lot
On Pisgah Church Road wondering if it was all a dream.
Bob Boyd
