It’s been six hours since I finished my run and I’m still mad as hell. What is it with the a’holes from Baja California or for that drivers from Southern California period? I’m so friggin tired of almost getting run over while I’m on the sidewalk and I’m really trying hard not to become a racist but these people are really testing my beliefs and upbringing and honestly, as bad as it might seem, I’m starting to understand why people become racist in the first place.
I was running down the sidewalk in a business area and this truck with Baja plates came flying off the street onto the driveway missing me by two; actually had I not caught the truck at the last minute out of the corner of my eye and jumped back from my forward movement I more than like wouldn’t be writing in my blog at all, maybe never again. It was around 2PM clear and sunny there were no obstructions between me and the truck, as you can see in the picture there is plenty of time to see me running, so he couldn’t have possibly not seen me. As I was jumping backwards away from the truck I yelled out of pure shock and surprise “Holy S&^T!, What the f@#K man!”
You know it’s one thing to almost hurt someone show a little remorse and say sorry, it’s totally a different thing to park your truck and yell at the person you almost killed like it was their fault for getting in the way. I flipped the a’hole off and continued my run, the more I ran the madder I got and I’m sitting here still pissed off and pissed that I didn’t run up to the guy and punch the sorry excuse for a human being square in the face. He’s a reflection of his parent’s inability to parent and teach their kids right from wrong. Sad part is, he will, if he hasn’t already teach is kids to be the same ugly, vile person as he is.