Maybe if you had one scintilla of awareness of what was going on around you, you wouldn't have swerved right into my lane of travel, causing me to have to jump a curb and blow my rear tire. Since I couldn't then follow you to beat some sense into your ass, rest assured that I'm going to be looking for you every day from now on, and when I find you, I will fucking make sure you remember exactly who I am, and why I beat you into a pulp.
You fucking jackass.
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