Jed's mind was foggy, partly because he had started drinking early that day (with no more classes to go to he suddenly had all day to stay in his apartment getting buzzed and playing Xbox with his bros) and partly because he was mad.
He was so mad this morning, as he marched toward the campus he had been expelled from, that he managed to step out in front of a dump truck carrying some kind of toxic waste and almost get himself killed. Luckily the truck swerved and skidded without tipping over or flattening anyone. Unluckily, two barrels of some acrid orange liquid split open on the road and splattered Jed head to toe. His letterman was soaked. His jeans were pasted to his long legs. The only clothes that weren't ruined were his prized Nike Shox and he thanked God for that, otherwise he would have been so mad that he just might have stopped to pound the truck driver's face in.
He was so mad this morning, as he marched toward the campus he had been expelled from, that he managed to step out in front of a dump truck carrying some kind of toxic waste and almost get himself killed. Luckily the truck swerved and skidded without tipping over or flattening anyone. Unluckily, two barrels of some acrid orange liquid split open on the road and splattered Jed head to toe. His letterman was soaked. His jeans were pasted to his long legs. The only clothes that weren't ruined were his prized Nike Shox and he thanked God for that, otherwise he would have been so mad that he just might have stopped to pound the truck driver's face in.