You probably won't remember me, but I definitely remember you. I actually got into the next lane over as I saw you violently rocking your car out of it's spot in front of Blue Diamond, because I knew you were going to do exactly what you did: veer out into the lane I was in without looking. The kicker came when your dumbass (and most likely drunk) self honked at me as I drove by as if I did something wrong. Go fuck yourself, hipster douche! Fuck your twerpy red car! Fuck your stupid glasses! Fuck your weasel face! Fuck the cigarette in your hand! And fuck your misplaced anger! Hire a driver, Mr. Daisy, because your dopey bitch ass can't drive for shit.