I worked the 4th and got out at 11:45 PM. My commute home was like riding through downtown Baghdad with the bombs bursting in air. It was cool and scary at the same time.

A lady in a SUV leaving a big party almost hit me. Then when she saw she missed, she threw it in reverse and tried to get me again....TWICE!! Why did she get mad at me when it was her own damn fault we almost crashed? She started yelling at me, and I got worried because her drunk friends at the party were all watching. then one drunk yelled at her, "how come you're trying to kill ******* on the street? Leave the poor ******* alone!" I sped off and made it home in near record time.