One of the best hip-hop albums ever (Don’t call it Coke-Rap). Clipse cemented their legendary status and The Neptunes became timeless innovators and geniuses with this gem. The intro by itself is epic. Hell Hath No Fury was and still is amazing.
My first fic in a long time! It felt really good to be writing again :) This one goes out to all those women scorned out there that would like nothing more than a pair of brass knuckles. And to the best friends that stick by them through thick and thin. You know, girl power and all that bullshit :)
It would not suffice to say that your blood was boiling. That stage had come and gone hours ago. All that was left now was steam and it hissed out of every pore in your body. If there existed a device to measure one’s white hot fury, it would have red-lined, caught on fire and then exploded. You white-knuckled the steering wheel and pushed the gas pedal down like you were trying to put your foot through the floor. Not exactly sure where you were headed, you let the roar of the engine attempt to soothe you on the road to nowhere. Hot, angry tears seared your eyes. No, you thought defiantly, like Hell am I going to cry. Balling up part of your shirt, you pressed it against your eyes, half wiping the rebellious tears and half trying to push them back into your head. Looking back up at the road you swerved violently, managing to miss a deer by only inches as it stood stock-still staring right at you. You ran off the road, bumping down the shoulder and slamming on the brakes with both feet. The car came to a halt just before hitting a big old tree. Relief flooded your veins, mixing with the adrenaline and anger and breaking your resolve. The dam burst and tears poured from your eyes as you rested your head and arms on the steering wheel. You indulged for a moment, allowing yourself to feel every emotion without restraint but not for long. Slumping back in your seat, you looked up at the hood lining and stared at it as you tried not to feel anything at all. After a few minutes, when everything had reduced to a gentle simmer, you pulled back onto the road and continued on with a newly reinforced determination to to not give a shit. Obviously you weren’t in the best condition to be driving, but you were in the perfect condition to drink. Luckily, you knew just the right place.
Oh good…the net came back…slightly…🙄 Not that I am upset about. Or getting kicked offline while working. No, no. What gave you that idea. Calm as cake. Everything is just fine. My sword is right next to my bed right now. I’ll leave it there. I need my laptop. Carry on…I said carry on…………I better not have lost one word…..😡