You nearly killed me.

There's a stop sign on NW 11th and Couch. You ignored it. There were also several other cars. You ignored them, too. I was also there, and you ignored me until the last second.

You swung around the corner, not stopping at all, revving that engine on that midlife crisis car of yours. You stopped just before you hit me.

You deserved every single inch of both my middle fingers. More than that, really. You were driving recklessly, speeding, ignoring stop sings, and endangering others at a crowded intersection.

When I got out of Powell's you were waiting for me. Apparently your stupid pride had been injured. You yelled at me and demanded an apology for flipping you off. I told you to go fuck yourself. I told you that you nearly killed me. "Well I didn't!", you shouted. You thought I was rude. I say that you're dangerous.

I said it to your face and I'll say it again: Go fuck yourself, you reckless piece of shit. You're eventually going to crash that car of yours. You'll whip around a corner, ignore a light, ignore a sign, and something terrible will happen. When that happens, I dearly hope the only one injured is you. Drive carefully, motherfucker. I owe you no kind of apology.