The swine.
Rushing to school last night around 6:10pm, I made a right hand turn onto Grooms Road from Woodin Road in the township of Clifton Park. One Jesse Clark, aided by one Jon Adams, forcibly entered the lane of which I was traveling in from the opposite side of the intersection, while making a left onto Grooms Road from Woodin Road. They then proceeded to gesture threateningly, Mr Adams presenting what looked like a hand gun in a threatening demeanor. I could not make out Mr Clark's face, but I'm sure he looked pretty mean too.
Making a quick right onto the I-87 Northbound on-ramp, the pair of brutes ran a redlight, and loudly proclaimed "I hate red lights more than Jews and brown people." Having a first name of Hebrew decent I was appalled, but could do nothing but follow in order to observe and report their offenses.
After making the illegal right hand turn, both Mr Clark and Mr Adams appeared to be planning to set a trap of sorts, slowing to approximately 10mph, no doubt in an effort to box me in with other traffic in order to 'shank' or 'pop' me due to our prior transgressions.
Enraged, I would assume, by their own scent from the cabin of the vehicle, Jon and Jesse violently merged into the interstate traffic, weaving, passing cars on the shoulder, even running a van of autistic children off the road. Jon Adams, of course, laughing maniacally throughout the ordeal. Jesse on the other hand had a stern, complacent, yet vengeful look to his face, and made no sounds.
Noticing me next to their vehicle, monitoring their every move and expression, I noted Jon's hand move away from Jesse's lap. I would imagine the presumed masturbatory act is Jesse's way of establishing dominance in the pack. Regardless, my presence sent Jesse into a primitive rage, he reached into the backseat and pulled out his bow and arrow. I sped away in fear for my life, and called my mother, I told her what had happened and she got scared, she said [SIZE=2]'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'. [/SIZE][SIZE=2]I whistled for a cab and when it came near, t[/SIZE][SIZE=2]he license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. [/SIZE][SIZE=2]If anything I can say this cab is rare, b[/SIZE][SIZE=2]ut I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'. [/SIZE][SIZE=2]I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8, and I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'. I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there! To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.[/SIZE]
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