Fuck people. Fuck 'em. Fuck Broad Ripple. Fuck people in Broad Ripple. Fuck people driving in Broad Ripple. Fuck people driving in Broad Ripple who can't read a "No Turn On Red" sign. Fuck drivers.
Fuck drivers who stop at crossings and frantically wave you across, despite the fact that the opposing traffic is going full bore. Fuck them for getting annoyed. Fuck drivers who slow down at crossings but don't stop. Fuck drivers who slow down at crossings only to speed up when you start across. Fuck crossings.
Fuck people who take their kids on the trail to ride their tricycles, letting the kid meander all over the path. Fuck kids on tricycles. Fuck kids.
Fuck fat walking retards who take up the entire path despite oncoming rollerbladers and me coming up behind them, with no room to pass. Fuck rollerbladers. Fuck fat retarded rollerbladers.
Fuck people walking their dogs. Fuck their leashes. Fuck leashes that stretch all over creation. Fuck people walking their dogs without leashes. Fuck them as they try to train their dogs as I try not to hit them. Fuck dogs.
Fuck people who can't look up. Fuck them as they careen into my lane, despite being able to see each other quarter of a mile away. Fuck them when they almost wreck when I yell at them to pay attention. Fuck.
Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em all. Fuck 'em all for crossing my path today. Fuck anyone who has such a grandiose and overwhelming sense of self-entitlement just for doing what it is that they do.
Which, I guess, means... fuck me.