To the driver, on 27th, turning onto Alberta, driving 50mph!

It was Halloween, and the street was crawling with hundreds of kids. But that didn't stop you from driving like a lunatic, even after I stood in your way and gave a "slow the fuck down" gesture. You took the corner at 40 mph, to park in front of the Blue Olive. I hope you choked on your food, because nobody could be that hungry, you self-centered fuckstick.

If there's any justice in this Jerry-rigged universe, you'll wrap your car around a lamppost some night, and wake up paralysed from the eyes down. Then, like the French dude in 'Diving Bell & the Butterfly' you'll have some time to write your auto-biography: 'Why I drove like a fucking maniac'.

That's my prayer tonight, as the veil between worlds thins: put you in that bed, paralysed from the eyes down, only you won't have a sexy French nurse to wipe your arse. Have fun in the winterlands, dipstick. Blink, blink, blink.