To the jack wagon in the lifted Toyota Tacoma driving on the 405 South Saturday night: You, sir, are a threat to society. Quit driving so far up everybody’s asses that everyone you get behind slows down to 50 mph on the freeway. It’s scary when someone brake checks you, and you simply get closer. I feared for my life when you were behind me. My eyes also hurt terribly because your damn lights were all I could see. And when you ended up in front of me, I couldn’t even see the car in front of you because you were so damn close. For the sake of human lives, learn how to drive better BEFORE you get into a terrible accident, probably causing serious injury or even death to whomever is unfortunate enough to be driving in front of you.
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