It started by this piece of shyt cutting me off on the street. Had my wife and kid in the car so I was heated. Low and behold the bytch lived in my building so I followed him into the parking garage. He got shook thinking I was following him and started speeding like a maniac in the parking garage. So I parked. And ran out to his car. He wasn’t there. Ran out to the elevators. Wasn’t there. Dude completely vanished.
I was ready to fight this dude. Road rage is real.
I got his plate number and his parking spot. I still wanna fukk his shyt up but can’t.
I was ready to fight this dude. Road rage is real.

I got his plate number and his parking spot. I still wanna fukk his shyt up but can’t.


pick your battles wisely.
; how does it feel when in that moment?

