To those in the white car:Hello, this is a formal letter to the member(s) of your "gang". I think you were mistaken when you thought a super-funny thing to do would be to yell curses at a dude riding his bike. You know what's going to be really funny? Driving that car off the nearest cliff would be hardcore. I mean, why not go out in style early instead of waiting for the drugs to do you in? Do us all a little favor and stop drinking.
"But we don't drink!" Then that must mean you can't drive. Your two attempts at doing a burnout in front of me failed with your tires spitting rocks everywhere. I also like the words you use when doing this, "SCREW YOU FAGGOT", then fail at the task at hand. The best part was when you had to come to a complete stop and then try again ten feet down the road from where your first attempt failed. I really don't think that was the funniest part, though. It was when I was doing my duty as "freelance trash collector" when you really made my day.You once again slowed down as you went around me on the road and stared at me, too bad I didn't get a good look at who you were, and then took off. This was when I gave you the suggestion to drive off the nearest cliff (see above), but I doubt you heard it because you were listening to the latest Rap music (probably "FITTY-CENT DOES HIS HO" or "Crank dat Soulja Boy") and my advice was lost in the "music".
Another suggestion would be to close your legs.
I wrote this directly after the last event. But I have now let go. Love does funny things.
I met someone else. Her name? Well, like I said, love does funny things.



