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Thursday, July 9, 2015
Look at me! Me, me, me!
I was about one foot short of smoking two girls down in a crosswalk the other day. Scared the complete shit out of me. Here is my bitch...right or not, it's mine.
Crosswalks are for walking, not running across. If there are overhead flashers, it's probably for a reason—poor visibility to the crosswalk due to a sharp turn up a blind crest, trees, et cetera. Hit the goddamn flashers and make fucking eye contact! At the very least, turn your damn head to see that any oncoming cars have stopped.
Heavens, invincible teenager—it's not complicated. —Don't want you to walk the cross.
