To the jackbag who hit my car and didn't even leave a note
I hope you and your sandwich-stealing friend get to share the cheap seats in Hell, you spineless fucktard.
I'm eyeing every vaguely red/maroon car in this town, looking for a similar pattern on the fender.
God, people suck so fucking much. Not even 2,000 miles on my damn car and already some idiot has got me queued up to have body work done. I could spit acid into the eyes of a thousand children right now.