not fair. throwing away the compost some man in a van hollers at me. “uy k bueno” i yell back “come verga” and i can’t take it anymore. i chase his stoopid van down, in my flip-flops, and bang on it as hard as i can, yelling “necesita algo?! que!? necesita algo!?”. right in the middle of the intersection, i had my keys in hand i wished they were sharp enuff to have scratched his shitty van. i wish i could have spit on him. i wish i had a knife to have done more damage to his van. uggggggggh. i can’t even write about the whole situation. its made me soooo angry. fuck. you. dude.