This one goes out to

The motherfucker who drove by the curb and splashed water on me. I looked down. Then at your car. I repeated this. That's how much shock I was in. I thought your punkass would slow down as you approached your parking space, but your Stetson(Google image that shit) wearing ass did not. I saw a Chrysler 300. You know, the poor man's Bentley. You probably stole that shit because you're a low life who has no courtesy for your fellow man. You probably think you're driving in style. You probably think the ketchup you get from your local diner is actually fancy. By the way, I saw your wife who you were dropping off. That bitch was so fat that she had to walk around her legs. It looked like she was hiding two suffocating midgets against her thighs. I wonder how much you pay her to pretend to like you. I bet you do petty stuff like steal from the tip jar at your local Mcdonald's. I'm pretty sure you have robbed an old woman or two. You know why? Because even Stevie Wonder could see how much of a fucking prick you are. I am Baliwala. It rains on me when it does on nobody else. That is all.