| 03-22-2006 W e d n e s d a y , M a r c h 2 2 , 2 0 0 6 An open letter to the attention-starved retard on 347 yesterday: Dear Dumb Ass, Why? Why were you wrenching your neck around to see if I was looking at you at the traffic light yesterday? Then like a trained circus animal, as we pulled away from the light, up goes the wheelie. Yay! Yay for you! Awesome. I didn’t want to say anything at first, but you know, I think I might have let out a little squirt of pee that was so exciting. And... and... and then when you sat on your gas tank, with you feet out over the handlebars.. and threw your hands wide... while moving along with the traffic... man. Fucking cool. The way you kept checking your mirrors to see who was looking… Totally didn’t stink of desperation. When you honked and acknowledged my pathetic existence as I desperately tried to remove myself from within 500 yards of you... sweet. Do you have any idea how in your sad attempts to have people look at you and think you're cool, you look like an organ grinder's monkey that does tricks on command? Instead of making people look on with wonder and amazement at your riding skills, you came off as a completely insecure jackass seeking approval from strangers. I don’t get it. Why can’t you just ride your bike without being an attention whore?
Kind Regards,
Fuzz | 
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