I am the monster

Shit, I am still shaking.

I just got hit by a car.

Not bad, he hit my leg before it was planted, so it just bounced - but still. I know to watch when i cross the street, I walk everywhere now I am used to bad drivers. So when he came to a stop, and looked I thought I was good to go. I wear a bright orange jacket when I walk to and from work, just so i can be easily spotted, it is pretty hard to miss a 6'3" guy wearing orange.

You would think.

But as I started to cross the street this fucker pulls out with his car full of yuppies out for dinner in downtown bellevue.

He hits me.

He stops.

Looks at me like - why did you touch my car?

I was freaked for a second, then became the monster. I just started kicking the living shit out of his car. No idea what i was thinking. I had my hood on, so I had to be this terrifying hairy (didn't shave for a few days) hooded crazy man jumping on the hood of their sports car. It was two couples inside. They all just froze with this look of absolute terror on their faces, as I pounded on the car, then i just stormed off and left them sitting at the light, dazed and confused. They just stayed there, missing the light, with great looks of fear on their faces. They didn't roll down their windows and yell, they didn't chase off after me, they just froze. For all I know they are still just sitting there.

While people may have this idea from OMM that I am some madman, pretty much most people who meet me in life realize I am pretty mild mannered, but not tonight. I never reacted like that before (at least not stone cold sober), to just go hog ass wild on top of a car.

It felt good.

Chet