I was sitting in my car and having one of those too tired to get out of the car moments. My car was invaded by loud music.  It wasn’t just any loud music.  It was so bad that I can’t call that crap hip hop.   The sounds of the “N” word invaded my car. Each line, had the provocative, offensive word in it 2-4 times.  How can you even make a sentence with that word in it so many times?  I can’t even begin to diagram those “sentences.”   Continue reading “Tales of a Car Radio Intrusion”