Road rage is my favorite kind of illiteration.

I drove a car off the road today.

I'm not terribly proud of it, but goddamn it, I was already late for work and there's really no excuse for slowing down for a green light with the express purpose of making me miss the light. So I drove my car so far up the guy's bumper that I could've told him what he had for breakfast this morning. I guess he either became enraged or frightened by my actions, and pulled over to the side of the road to let me pass. Which I did. At which point I'm guessing he flipped me the bird, but I didn't really feel like looking at the prick to see how he reacted.

I should probably get my temper under control, but fuck, the driving in this town is so goddamn ridiculious some days that I can barely stop myself from just randomly smashing my vehicle into other cars for shits and giggles. And it really doesn't help when I'm as drunk as I am all the time. So please, just stay the hell out of my way and everyone will be happy. And still alive.