Somebody tried to follow me home from the feckin' convenience store the other night. He had a shitty 83 Buick or something; It was bumpin pretty good, and he was making a lot of noise, [in front of the convenience store] so I looked at him.
[sarcasm]Well, "big mistake," apparently [/sarcasm.]
This stupid bastard drove on my *** the whole way to my apartment complex; I turned in the wrong driveway on purpose, and he stopped the car. I'm like, .. wtf, punk wigger b1tches. So I turn around, drive back out. He's down the street. I turn towards him, we pass eachother, he's all muggin' and junk. I go to my house, and park.
I can hear his bass rumbling around the complex for awhile;
Ya know, .. you'd better have a really *ucking good reason to try to find out where I live. Seriously.
And me glancing over at your shitty Buick while you're bumping in front of a convenience store, isn't good enough.
/rant
I hate people
Die