A Blast from the Past
The following is a journal entry that I wrote on September 12, 2003:
I have an issue where I like to scare the shit out of West Hartford residents whenever I’m able. For those of you who don’t know, West Hartford is the town over from me though we’re worlds apart. Suburban, most of the kids have a drug and/or alcohol program by the time they’re 11. Democratic for the wrong reasons, pseudo-rich bastards who feel the world should cater to them, and if you’ve ever worked there, by the end of your first day, you feel completely degraded.
So today I’m in the car driving through Elmwood Center which is part of West Hartford, but for reasons I don’t understand, they’ve taken a small section of the town and named it Elmwood. Your letters can be addressed to Elmwood or West Hartford when you live there and they’ll go to the same place. It doesn’t make sense to me. Anyway…I’m trying to pull out of the driveway from Subway and a car has his left blinker on. Because he has it on, I predict that he’ll slow down and I can jump in front of him really quick before he turns into my driveway, but the asshole is just stupid, and he just has his blinker on because, i dunno, he’s a dumb tard. So I’ve pulled in front of him and I already knew I was wrong making the move anyway but then I was even more wrong cuz his ass didn’t make the turn. So he turns off his blinker and lays on his fuckin horn. The fact that he blew the horn pissed me off. He didn’t turn his blinker off so he was partially wrong but he blew the damn horn and I got pissed. So he pulls up next to me and tries to angrily stare me down. I held up my middle finger forcefully and shouted, “TURN THE FUCK AROUND!” He turned his head quickly and faced the light. At the next light we pulled up next to each other again and he wouldn’t look. I laughed. I’m not a scary person, but the West Hartford people fear me. So I scare them whenever I can.
