Diary of a Wolfeman

To the asshat in the baby-blue VW pickup that was tailgating the car in front of me today on Hwy 224:

You are so fucking lucky that it was not me in my old ’74 Plymouth. That car was made of solid American steel, and I would have brake-checked your ass hard and told the investigating officer that a cat ran in front of my car.

You would have been sitting there with steering wheel in your teeth and the engine to your POS would have been permanently mated to the radiator, all because you were in such a fucking hurry to get someplace else you couldn’t follow a simple safety concern.

What a prick.