If you like stories about chance and coincidence and fate, then here’s one you’d never heard. Boy meets girl. Girl almost kills boy by running a red light at rush hour. Boy is T-boned at over 60 miles an hour.
I see a lot of eyeballs. You better put ’em on a fuckin’ dimmer, before I put cases ON ALL YOU BITCHES!
Make a lane… Make a lane.
Own the space. Own it.
I don’t believe in fate, destiny… To me life’s nothing but timing.
Narrating: “If Karl with a K represented The Light of the limo industry, then its Black Hole – its darkest dungeon – came in the form of a nameless, ageless, Eastern European immigrant known simply as The Jovi. He lorded over his company Cossack with an iron fist and a white-maned metal hair band wig that looked like Dog the Bounty Hunter had been dropped into a deep fryer.”
