Because of a road hog, my son is dead.
He was only fifteen and now he has no more years ahead.
I was trying to drive my dying son to the hospital on that horrible day.
A man in front of me in an Oldsmobile wouldn't get out of the way.
I honked my horn time after time but he wouldn't let me pass.
I just saw his car at a diner and I'm going to kick his ass.
The doctors said if I had gotten my son there sooner, he wouldn't have died.
I'm going to go in this diner and invite that piece of trash outside.
He'll be in a wheelchair when I'm done.
He should be dead instead of my son.