Maybe if you had looked up from your fucking cell phone for the two seconds it takes to go through an intersection, you would've seen the red light and stopped. But no. You continued your text to God knows who and hit me as I was running across the intersection on my evening downtown jog, wet as it was, when my sign so pleasantly told me to cross. Yes, that wasn't a speed bump or a deer. That was me, jamming out to some Clouddead on my iPod, that rolled up over your hood and windshield. Once you get off your cell phone, you might also notice that your fucking windshield is cracked and hopefully your precious hood is dented to hell and back. Bums me out it was CF, I might have done more damage otherwise. Did you not hear me yell "WHAT THE FUCK BRO?" right after you plowed me? Exhaust too loud? Just wanted to say I appreciate you driving off without even stopping to say sorry or see if I was alright. Its nice guys like you that make this world a better place.





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