Turning red

The weather is boiling today, tried to cool the house down by splashing water at the yard. Still couldnt stop the sweat from leaving its trails on my forehead.

Bad news, my little red car had an accident caused by anonymous. It's plate is dangling in the air, poor thing. Hopefully it's not done by my foolish and vainglory neighbours who think they're so great and keep riding their oh-so-awesome bike making sound polution everyday, or hon at the ladies and whistling at them as if they havent meet a female before, poor creature hunger for attraction. Not pleasant at all. Lets not let me find out that it is also them who revise what they have learnt in the previous drawing lesson on the door of the red one, or releasing the air of the tire. How childish could they be?