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Every BMW has a Sphincter

The driver in front of me swerved abruptly into the right lane. No blinker or anything, I swear he didn’t even look.

Somebody should show him what he did was wrong. Not me though. My anger had gotten me into trouble in the past but I was learning how to deal with it. Besides, it would be silly of me to get into an accident while teaching a lesson to an unsafe driver. What was that meditation thing again? Calm blue ocean. Calm blue ocean. Calm blue oc-

The BMW swerved back into my lane, cutting me off. I slammed the horn and the brakes at the same time.

The driver gave me the finger without looking and rode the car in front of him. If that car hit its brakes, all three of us were going to die. I didn’t care now, I was high on adrenaline. He was being irresponsible and had to be punished. It was up to me. I leaned harder on the horn and shouted outraged profanities.

Just before the impact, I saw the family next to me. They looked at me as one, horror etched on their faces- before the impact.

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