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My road rage is a finely tuned thing. It shines in the night like a sparkling beacon.

So, today I had the car (it being Memorial day in El Estados Unidos, we had training). AOn the way back, some git in a Mercedes cuts me off.

So, I reach in deep and bring out.. The Road Rage.

I screamed. The invective was rather painful, I assume.

My favourite line? "There's a subdivision in Hell named for you!"

Not quite as foul as "I'm going to go to your house and fuck your mother!", but still serviceable.

I should really seek counseling. Or get an acting job.

Hey, I'll likely have a photo to put up soon. I had some headshots taken for my column, and only need one of them.