The Conversation

OH MY FUCKING GOD STOP PULLING UP RIGHT NEXT TO ME AT A RED LIGHT YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING MENACES.

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT? A THUMB WAR? A THERAPY SESSION?? YOU WANNA LOCK EYES AND HAVE A SPIRITUAL CONNECTION WHILE WE WAIT FOR A GREEN LIGHT??? NO. FUCK OFF. I’M IN MY CAR. MINDING MY FUCKING BUSINESS. I DON’T WANNA SEE YOUR DUMBASS FACE TRYING TO CATCH MY EYE OR WAVE LIKE WE’RE BEST FRIENDS IN A SITCOM. THIS ISN’T “CARS” THE MOVIE. IT’S MY PERSONAL SPACE. STAY. IN. YOUR. FUCKING. LANE.

AND OH YOU SEE ME INCH UP TO GET OUT OF YOUR LINE OF SIGHT? YOU REALLY GONNA INCH UP TOO? YOU THINK THIS IS CUTE?? NO BITCH, IT’S PSYCHOTIC. YOU’RE BASICALLY SCREAMING “I WANNA BE A FUCKING NUISANCE” WITHOUT SAYING A WORD. AND FOR WHAT??? JUST TO REMIND ME I CAN’T AFFORD TINTED WINDOWS???

YES MY SIDE PROFILE IS FUCKING TRAGIC. CHOPPED. A DISASTER. I KNOW THIS. I’M ALREADY FIGHTING DEMONS AND NOW I GOTTA WORRY ABOUT BEING STARED AT BY SOME STRANGER WHO THINKS TRAFFIC IS A SOCIAL EVENT?

SERIOUSLY. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOUR CAR. FUCK YOUR EAGER LITTLE HEAD TURN. STAY THE FUCK BACK AND LET ME ROT IN PEACE UNTIL THIS LIGHT TURNS GREEN.