A few nights ago, I was a witness when you maimed a cat. A sweet, courageous cat. I heard one the most sickening thuds possible, after your horrible Christine-style car came tearing ass down the quiet street in the middle of the night. You didn't stop, you didn't slow down, and you were apparently a heartless, soulless, Maximum Overdrive monster.
The cat belongs to my best friend, who lives downstairs. He lived, despite you, after crawling toward his home with a broken hip. He will recover, but it broke the bank for my friend and her partner, and they have to raise the rest of the money to fix your shitty mistake. I don't know if karma exists, but if it does, you're in for it.