We took the Fiat convertible on the way to the Clippers game today. As I DJ'd some amazing trap beats, the wind picked up, and suddenly my Clippers hat flew off my head and scurried down the road. My roommates looked at each other. The ole' "were just going to keep driving" but the look on my face said the opposite. It said. "Game time."
We spun the car around the block and made our way back to the intersection as the trap beats continued to tear shit up. I leapt out of the car and the burst of wind hit me again, this time with tons of sand and dirt too, it was gross. I could barely stand straight, but I was on a mission, to... get. that. hat!
My roommates shout! "THERE IT IS!" ... "There she blows!"
I spot the ole' devil. But it's in the middle of the intersection with cars whizzing by it.
I can't give up now... No... I can't.... It's game time!
I drunkenly race out into the road flailing my arms everywhere. Telling cars to stop as if I was a cross guard crusher. Some guy with his window open shouts, "Hey is that your hat!?"
... No I'm just wearing all Clippers gear and racing out in to the middle of an intersection because that hat might be cool looking........
I grab it. And dash off of the road.
The Fiat convertible pulls up next to me and I snap the hat back on my head.
"Lets do this," I smirk. And hop back in the car to go beat OKC. And we would have lost the game... if it weren't... for that hat.
