Racy Driver

I am the worst driver ever. For real. It transforms me. Even if I am in an absolute zen day, when I get on the drivers seat, I become a monster. I don’t only just yell at all the other drivers, or get impatient. I get really mean. I once look to an old man, who was on his slowly daily routine, and I just shouted “Die!”. I think that even my face frown as if I was possessed by the Devil himself.

And I work like five minutes from my job.

Yesterday I wished that a very slowly annoying kid, listening to some really, REALLY, bad music would have stroke, just because he wouldn’t move as soon as the traffic light turned green.

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