why did you have to fuck with me?
of all the random times and places, why me?
i don't even know you, yet you stuck your middle finger out the window at me and yell "fuck you" at me.
you don't even know me.
was it really necessary to have your friend throw that bottle out the window at me? at 70mph on the freeway?
there were three of you, you couldn't stop and face me like a man?
all i know is that you should be glad that you sped away.
i want you to know that i got your license plate number. i did call the cops.
i hope we face each other again someday. i guarantee the result will be different.