Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Jeff. Jeff didn't like his family too well. They treated him like he was dirt. Jeff was also not liked at school. That's because Jeff was the next Hitler. Yeah, everybody knew it. At 8 years old, Jeff was already readin Mein Kampf. Jeff also liked to play out in the middle of the street. Yep, Jeff loved it out there. In fact, Jeff wanted to know what it would be like to get hit by a car...

At least that's the story I told myself after I ran him over.