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.

You son-of-a-bitch.

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.

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