I started this as a way to vent- and it seems other people appreciated it, so now I am formalizing my letters to some of the unloved in the world. They must be unloved or someone else would have told them this stuff already.
3/11/10
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Dear grey haired Dude in the grey Acura in front of me this morning, window open, arm hanging out, with a lit joint in his hand:
I am less then thrilled with the notion of the driver in front of me being in an altered state in the first place, but could you at LEAST be subtle about it? Arm all hanging out, smoke just flying by.... Shit, man, a little decorum.
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