I’m on the 101 south headed to work in usual fashion when I notice a dark blue Pontiac Grand Prix, not for its mechanical excellence but his erratic driving pattern.. Well in his defense he was trying to drive wile hitting a pipe. Shit man how bad is your life/commute/job where you gotta hit a pipe before 9am? Its times like these I wish I had a Halloween mask or some other props to scare the fuck outta this guy. But still sore from the asshat who hit me; maybe not such a good idea.