Assholes who need to die.......

Now, I don't think I should have put a bullet through somebody's skull tonight. Fucking with me doesn't warrant me emptying my $59.00 bitch gun into your back windshield...but I really wanted to. Sound like incoherent ramblings of a impotent madman? yeah, well maybe so, but let's start at the beginning.
There I was tonight, just minding my own. I was riding my bike. I had front and back lights on, just clipping on down a moderate slope. I took notice of a beat up old blue car coming toward me. Suddenly it slowed, I skinny white arm arced out of the passenger window. I heard the word "pussy!" just as I got hit really hard on my left side. I looked down and it was a busted egg. I whipped my bike around. If you can imagine my big self hitting the brake, putting my foot down and bringing the bike in a sweep, you can understand it's like a rhino break dancing. All this while yelling..."muuuuuthaaaaafuuckaaaaaaa!! on a dark street. They sped up and I started chasing them. They did a u turn and I rode toward the driver's side and they took off. I chased them through a red light on Justin lane and they went really fast. I saw them turn down a side street far off in the distance. I heard asshole #2 shout, "come on, fat ass!" I huffed and puffed. I had a huge grin on my face hoping that they would stop. In the back of my head, knowing that if they stopped, they would beat my ass the same way me and my friends would have done when we were younger..and drunk. I'm experienced enough to know that 2 on 1 are shitty odds. I don't care what black belt you think you have or what special warfare school you humped your way through. When two guys have something to beat you with, you're going to get hurt...but still, if you've ever been in a fight, it feels real. It's like getting laid and stealing a bag of money at the same time. for just a split second, you don't notice that your cheekbone has been broken and your shin has a dent in it that will always be there and remind you that it's cold outside. You get to punch someone else in the throat and feel how it has something hard inside of it, or you can just grab an arm and throw them down and start kicking. your toes get bruised and hurt like fuck and you just keep kicking them... SIGH......
Of course they didn't stop. After calling me pussy and fat ass they were the ones who ran from an old fat man on a bicycle. I stopped behind the grocery store thinking they might pull in there to lay low and drink boones farm or something. I picked up a 2X4 and started riding slowly back. I went down a few dark streets. I saw a couple of teenaged boys riding their ridiculously small bikes. I said..."hey, what's up?..you seen an old blue car around here?"
They looked at each other and then my piece of lumber..."I saw an old blue car when we were by the train tracks. They were talking shit and telling us to get off the road." They went back to looking at me like I was crazy and retarded. "Oh well," I said, as I threw the lumber down on someones lawn, "I guess I better head on home."....