Back in 1999, Larry Larson lived with his wife Shirley, and son Larry Jr. Larry worked for a real estate company, and his wife worked part time for a clothing store. Larry Jr. was 15, and working his first job at Taco Bell. He road his bike to work since it was just a mile from home.
Larry loved his job in real estate, and he did very well. The only thing he didn't like was the drive home. He was only 30 minutes from home, but with traffic it would take him an hour or more. This drove Larry crazy.
On Friday evening, Larry left the office at 7:00pm, and headed home. Of course he sat in traffic for an hour, then finally, traffic started to flow nicely. It was a long day, and Larry just wanted to get home and have a cold beer and relax.
Larry was almost home, he looked at his watch on his arm that read, 8:25pm. He just shook his head. As he looked up, he hit something, he slammed on the brakes and saw a body hit his windshield. Larry took off driving as fast as he could, thinking, he should go back and do the right thing, but he didn't want to deal with the bullshit and having to go to court and pay for an attorney, so he went home.
He went to the fridge and got his cold beer and sat down, trying to calm down and forget what just happened.
He heard a loud knock on the door, he thought, now they got me, damn. He went to the door and opened it slowly, it was a police officer. "Mr. Larson, I am sorry to have to tell you this, but your son Larry Larson Jr. was just involved in a hit & run accident on his bike, he is dead." Said the police officer!
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