Honk if You're Over it

A Lexus SUV, so sleek and pristine as to appear cut from a single, massive, block of obsidian, drives, hugging the curves along Route 105, bound for the West Hampton shoreline. The sun-bleached-white outline of a "Support Our Troops" sticker is set against the pitch black, tinted rear window.

God bless 'em. To compromise the aesthetics of a vehicle of that caliber takes a powerful conviction. You get the feeling though, that the driver has either, a strong aversion to soap and razor blades, or there's something that he's holding out for?

How about this scenario: Three years ago, a son of obscenely rich parents graduated highschool and it was agreed upon that (now a man) he needed a car of his own. Since there was no way the parents could justify buying him the Porche he had his eye on, and anything less than a BMW was forbidden in their garage, they, all three, compromised on a 2003 Lexus fuck-you-wagon. "This way, Mom can use it to run errands on the weekend." Everybody wins!

Because it was so obvious to him and the rest of the outside world that he could not afford it on his own, Son felt the need to personalize his new car. What better way than a sticker. Mom and Dad would have been fine with a window sticker of Son's college had he been accepted anywhere decent but it was agreed that there was no reason to boast mediocrity. There were some Dave Mathews stickers that he thought tasteful and stylish but he knew without asking that the answer would be no. Then, on line at Seven-Eleven one afternoon he spotted a red, white and blue sticker in the shape of a ribbon. He knew about the contention over the war and that not all his friends felt it was a positive thing. Even Mom and Dad had their doubts about Bush's bold decision to overthrow Sadam. But as he held the $2.99 glossy sticker in his hand, a feeling welled up inside him that it was time to make a conscientious, adult, decision to take a stand.