Traffic is bad this afternoon. Cycling to the gym, I saw a kid in a hot hatch scrape the door of a mini and tear off the side-mirror. He didnt even slow down. The mini was parked, legally, just outside the post office. I got his licence number, reported it, and left the number in a note for the cars owner. Then, about fifty feet from the gym some guy (in ANOTHER hot hatch) slowed his car, rolled down the window, and shouted Nice tits! at me. When I ignored him, turning into the gym cycle-park, he called me a word that rhymes with hunt, told me not to be so stuck up, and sped off. Ive had enough, world. Now, Im reading some Jeffers and listening to Jesus Christ Superstar at full volume until I stop shaking. I need to get out of this horrid little town.
Posted on: Fri, 05 Sep 2014 13:57:07 +0000
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