Did that really happen, or was I  
imagining the whole thing?             
     I didn’t care, and it didn’t mat- 
ter, because my blood started boiling, 
and I screamed, “YOU FUCKING, MURDERING
ASSHOLES!!” and floored it.            
     After that, all I could think     
about was saving whatever was in that  
bag.                                   
     I told you, I wasn’t a good per-  
son, because looking back on it, I     
could’ve hurt or killed a lot of people
doing what I did, including myself.    
     Before flooring it, I took a good 
look at their license plate, instinc-  
tively lowered my window, and then cal-
culated the right angle.               
     I hit them so hard it spun us both
around sideways, until finally, into   
the side of the bridge.                
*      It was actually beautiful.          
     We were at an almost ninety-degree
angle, like a slanted “V”, and wedged  
in good and tight. My car was now in   
front of the bag-throwing  car. I was  
facing our side of the bridge, and they
were facing the other.                 
     That also brought traffic to a    
dead stop on our side.                 
     That’ll make it easier, I thought,
but realized that also left a lot of   
pissed off people behind me. I was     
gonna have to run through those people,
and that included over the bag-throwing
car.                                   
     What if they had guns, Beth asked 
me later, but I didn’t even think of   
that. That was probably a good thing,  
because it would’ve just slowed me     
down.                                  



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