Dear driver of the silver hatch-back Tuesday evening on Corbett. It is my sincerest wish that one day someone mows you over in a crosswalk, you fucking piece of shit. Maybe then will you redirect your delusional self righteous indignation toward pedestrians, you fucktard. I was at the end of my exhausting run and I may have assumed that you saw me enter the cross-walk and would obey the law peacefully, but you were apparently late for your dumb shits anonymous meeting. Either that or you’re just a waste of space who never recreates on urban streets. Probably not a first for you - go fuck yourself.
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