I gotta get out

When I woke up this morning I had this thought that I’d probably have a car turn into me so hard that I either was hit or would narrowly avoid it. Most of the way in was uneventful, until I got on Vine. Then as predicted this car that sped up on my right turned hard into me, forcing me into oncoming lanes. I had a feeling he was going to come over so I had prepared for it. I tried to get into a position where I wasn’t in his way, but he wasn’t having that. He came over suddenly and I ended up in some lukily vacant oncoming lanes.

I got out of his way, but at this point I was pissed. How could he have not seen me? Considering he approached me from behind, then forcefully came over into my lane after getting next to me. So I gave him the benefit of the doubt and got into the right lane. We bought got caught by the light.

After the light changed I headed on down the road. He came up now on my left and tried to force me into a wall that was to my right because of the large construction site we were passing. I slowed down and he got back over left. I pulled up to the light at Hollywood and Vine and decided I didn’t want to risk the final half block to the office, so I turned to get away from this guy.

By the time I took my two block detour to the office, I was so pissed off that I was breathing weird and ready to start killing things. I need to get out of here. This town will kill me one way or another. If the stress doesn’t kill me, the traffic will.