Death wish

I nearly ran over two cyclists, recently. I was coming up from behind them, two men chatting away in the middle of my lane. Naturally, I blew my horn. Instead of moving out of the way, the two sonsabitches decided to have an overtaking contest. I had to swerve into another lane to avoid them.

Here's why I'm writing this. The normal, sensible side of me said, "let it go." The evil side of me, however, wanted me to nudge them outta the way lil' bit. As is usually the case when I'm sober, the normal side won. All this got me thinking, though; how many people have I wished harm upon in my entire life? Let's be honest, there are some people who make you so angry you just want to beat or choke the crap outta them. Or some really annoying people who just won't shut up. Or people who know the right way of doing things but do them the wrong way just to piss off someone. People so irritating you just want them to stop breathing.

Okay, murder sounds like an extreme solution, you might say and I suppose you're right. But truth be told, the only reason why some people aren't dead is due to the fact that murder is a crime, conscience and religious consequences begone. I do not know why people think that way, I am not a bloody psychologist. What I DO know is that watching those two cyclists, they who had ignored my incessant blaring of the horn, fall to the side of the road would have given me satisfaction. Lil' bit. If that makes me an evil human being, that's fine. In the meantime, I will try not to think of anybody dying. I am not making any promises, though.

van Daks.