To all the assholes who think it is beyond necessary to yell hateful slurs out their car windows as they drive by, to throw shit, to make animal noises or to be otherwise pitiful excuses for human beings because you had half a beer and feel like big men: It is not necessary. You aren't big men. You aren't cool. You're a bunch of annoying little brats wanking each other off in little fucking metal boxes going 40km an hour.

At this point, I can't name everything that has been yelled. I've had beer bottles tossed (from moving vehicles), but nine times out of ten the phrase that's yelled is faggot. At this point, I can assume that on any night that I work the backshift, I will have "faggot" yelled at me at some point while I walk to work or to McDonalds on my break. Once on every walk. Even tonight, with all the rainbow cheer about the city, standing on the corner of Robie Street and Quinpool Road, what goes whizzing by? "Faaaaggot! Oot oot oot!" Like to see if you have the balls to do that 8 hours earlier in daylight. So fuck you douchebags and fuck your $700 cars and $2 drunk. I'd be proud to be a faggot, especially because it's clearly something that scares the fuck out of all of you. This faggot doesn't need four guys and a metal box to flip you off and call your shit out as you speed away. —Apparently a Shark