S

S is for Son Of A Bitch. I got cut off today by one....he almost killed me. I didn't handle it very well. I did the usual routine and started cussing followed by lots of middle finger flailing. Normally I would finish my temper tantrum with the throwing of something or horn honking but this particular son of a bitch was in a work truck.....for a company that I despise so something in me just snapped. I quickly calmed down and just started to follow him. It took that stupid ass a few blocks to figure it out then he just started driving randomly all over the place...then he started to drive slow thinking it would piss me off. I just kept calm and continued to follow him. His next brilliant idea was to drive in circles around a KMart Parking lot....so I did too. Finally he came to a stop....I did too... behind him but off too the side so I could see him. Ironically the song Blaze Of Glory was playing on the radio...He stuck his head out of the window and yelled "What's your fucking problem Bitch?!".....I just sat there. He got out of his truck....I reved my engine (as much as my stupid mom mobile could do) and he started to run!!!! I lost it....I just laughed and laughed and laughed....I may have shouted something at him like....Run you big pussy run...not sure. I felt better so I went home. I don't really know what I would have done if he didn't take off.....I know I was stupid for doing it....but for a brief moment I felt vindicated and it was badass! I also know why I don't carry a gun....hahahahahaha....jk....that son of a bitch wasn't worth a bullet. Peace out!