I was minding my own business, cruising down First Avenue on my bike, heading to my office to get some work done, when out of nowhere you pulled your big blue car right across the two oncoming lanes to turn onto Pike. Even if you did not see me in the intersection, 10 feet in front of you, WHY THE FUCK did you not stick around to see if I was alive or not?!

You stupid, probably drunk-driving bastard! You cut me off! And as I was lying dazed and bloodied on the pavement, you just drove away, hoping no one got your license-plate number. Well, hopefully the witnesses who saw you driving off got your license-plate number correct. Yes, the police know about it. At first I was just glad to be alive... now I'm pissed off, and I hope I get to take your ass to court. If I never see you again, I hope my now-trashed mountain bike and my body did plenty of damage to your car. (I know I took out your window; I've got the stitches to prove it.)