just had to share this amusin' li'l anecdote about a confrontation i had this mornin' with a "motorist". i was comin' out of whole foods parkin' lot where i'd picked up my lunch and was headin' to work (this is in newton, ma) and this car came by and brushed my ****in' leg. there was plenty of room but the car made contact and kept on goin'. so i accelerated and caught 'em a ways down the road. now if it'd been an old lady or somethin' i'd've just let it go, but it was an old fat dude in fancyass lexus or something. so i started pointin' at 'em and gesturing (using all my fingers at this point) and the dude rolls his window down and i say, "hey, how 'bout sharin' the road?". motherfocker responds: "shut the **** up!" i'm my usual mature self and respond: "**** you, you fat bastard". dude takes off from the light and i stay right with him harassin' him and kickin' the side of his whip and generally talkin' **** and he's gettin' all heated up an' **** and gesturin' and i thought he was gonna have a ****in' coronary. i started laughin' and he got even more insane! i swear i thought he was gonna wreck!

anyway, it was fun.