The Stuff You Need To Know
You know who you are. You’re a skinny white punk, clean shaven with short hair somewhere between 17 and 23 years old, I think. I can’t be more certain because I only got a glimpse of you briefly. You drive a large red pick up truck with a Fox Racing emblem on the back window.
Day before yesterday, you violated my right-of-way in Columbiana, Ohio at the traffic circle. I entered the circle from the North and began, well, circling. You entered behind me and PASSED ME ON THE LEFT!! I can only surmise that I wasn’t going fast enough to suit you. I came to a complete stop to avoid getting hit, and you had the gall to slow down and glare at me as you passed.
Here’s the stuff you need to know, you little shit:
-I have very little tolerance for your brand of aggressive driving.
-If you would have stopped your car and gotten out, we would have tangled on the spot. I won’t lose a fight with the likes of you. I’ve been in my share. I doubt that you have.
-I’m a retired peace officer, Sonny. I always carry a gun. Always.
I’m in Columbiana frequently. We might see one another again. I’ll be looking forward to it.