Day Seventeen
Dear idiot car drivers,
Swerving into my lane, nearly hitting me and then blaring your horn while I hold my position and then tailgating me while revving the shit out of your crappy Little car is not the way to make me move out of your way. When it’s safe for me to move out of your way I will do, until then I ride where the fuck I like. So really you aren’t helping.
Yours.
Viva la Feb.