"And be a simple kind a man, won't you do that if you can", Budd bellows drunkenly against the wind rushing into his windows to replace the lack of air conditioning. Budd Kaiser is a good man deep inside his deluded heart, only thing is, the things Bud would do to make the world a better place does the reverse of that. Typical really. He had a sawed off shotgun in the seat beside him, although that was against lodge regulations...He leaned his head outside and spat a brown splash of tabacco at the uncareing world. The kids in the sportscar next to him laughed openly at his dramatic singing and he glared at them with red hot anger. The kids smiles stalled and turned into snarls. The loud engine in front of the kids roared it's hostile strut as the light turned green. The knuckles on Budd's left hand where white as he gripped the shotgun and gritted his teeth. The car of the kids slide ahead in a smoke of burning tires, Budd surged forward in his car as well.The little pricks where getting ahead, Budd spun his wheel sideswipeing the youth's car with a vibrateing yell of primal fury. He had learned this move from working at the lodge, the kid's car flipped over onto it's side, the windows shattered as it skidded along doing fifty and raiseing a volcano of sparks. Budd laughed harshly and he kept on driveing towards the lodge. Budd nearly gets pulled over by a cop for going fifty in a thirty five zone , but the cop recogized him from the lodge and Budd went on into the lodge parking lot. He swerves to run over a lost puppy before glideing into his favorite spot.