I just emailed this to my friend SteveO…
so I am too fried to text you back. LONG day. besides, around the moment you were text messaging me I was being dived at by an obese man in some little flat blue shit of a car. apparently I failed to yield at a “Yield” sign I didn’t see at the PCH/Lakewood traffic circle (I’ve always hated that spot) – totally my fault, for sure – but a) I didn’t see the sign b) his car was in my blind spot so I didn’t see him. Mind you, for at least a quarter of a mile I had no idea wtf was up with this screwball diving at me in maneuvers that would have likely gotten him killed or put in jail. This was a case of “mi coche es mas grade que tu coche” so you must be high. Convinced of this, I wanted to verify what his deal was.