You drove right over her in your big fat red SUV, speeding down a residential street, and you didn't even stop. I know you saw her because you slowed down, then sped away.

I curse you, and I hope some day you will have to drive the person you love most to the hospital. He will die in you arms, drown in his own blood, gurgling and coughing his last breath all over you and your nice clean shirt.

You and your big fucking car will be stuck in traffic while you contemplate your loss. A big car and a black heart can't get you everything, motherfucker. Fate has her finger pointed at you. --Anonymous