The Madmen:

Gazing at the rear view mirror after speeding alongside the vehicle beside me after the stoplight turned green, it became obvious that my intentions were to turn into the right lane so I could turn right at the next intersection.

Gazing at the rear view mirror as I'm speeding with my right side signal light on for a few seconds already, the car behind the car speeding alongside mine is not letting up and does not want to let me in although there is plenty of room.

Gazing at the rear view mirror and not worrying about catching up to a car in my lane and hitting it head on at this point, the car behind me keeps on moving even as my vehicle slows down to make way into the right lane.

Gazing at the rear view mirror and seeing a BMW that is not letting up, this is no joke like the one that goes, "What's the difference between a BMW and a porcupine?" Answer: The pricks are on the inside of the BMW.

Now the car comes alongside my vehicle and my view is of the cottonhead looking at me with a wrinkled from the sun fuckface while he sees me stare at him in disgust.

Yes. Eventually my vehicle makes it into the right lane. He eventually ended up driving straight ahead at the intersection and didn't even need the right side lane.

It makes me wonder about people like that. Dwell for a moment. That fucker is thinking he didn't let up to get where he was today and he wasn't going to do so now. It makes him feel good to do that. Keeps him on edge with the world. Makes him feel good to get a rise out of someone.

Good thing his hair is ash and grey like smoke. The smoke when it is burned off his head so he won't be such a prick. He'll be crying and then we'll smash his legs with his own car in his garage after following him home and burning his hair off. Then we'll drive in his convertible while he cries and then we'll ask him: "Was it worth it now you piece of shit?"

This is how I believe a madman might think in a situation like that.

Good thing I'm perfectly sane and I don't have time for that nonsense.