To the asshole on Woodstock and 52nd, halfway in the intersection on the unprotected left, who saw me coming quick for the yellow light, and decided to lay on his horn, bringing me to a confused halt, at which you glared at me as you took a left in front of me while the last few seconds of that precious yellow turned to red, I say, fuck you, and I will feast on your organs. If you ever pull that shit again in your raggedy ass just-come-from-a-hit-and-run-looking Volvo, I will show you what you've been missing, from living in a city with so little road rage.