my moment > your life
i made a left off the hill. to my left zooming through a gap between my car and parked cars comes an orange sport bike.its a one lane. a helmet less douche bag in designer glasses and a girl clutched to his back. i fell into a strange and specific rage. it wasnt the pounding screaming furious rage. it was strong and internal, my face went expressionless. I accelerated to about an inch from the back of the bike. as we descended the hill i kept revving my engine and when his front tire started to wobble out of control i began to pulse the horn. he turned back, in absolute horrific panic, his mouth stretching to scream stop as his eyes began to extend beyond his glasses. her arms were dug into his sides. i didnt stop. there was a real part of me that wanted them to roll under the car. not equating my actions with immediate death i continued. we got to a stop. he took off so hard up into a residential street he almost ate it on an open car door. i dont know where i went for that altercation but the rush it gave me after was almost uncontrollable Satori. a joy so boundless and profound my jaw strained to open and let out a "wuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh" as my eyes welled up and godlike esctacy coarses through me, i get a good ten minutes of white light love-rush and i crash into this sleepy sad state. all without the aid of external chemicals.