Yesterday I stepped out to get an energy drink from the Bodega. I was wearing one of my hoodies and a scale print maxi skirt.

I hear the guy before he comes around the corner in a Nissan Altima, all the windows tinted black, blasting... Something from the stereo.
This is the guy who's been pulling up outside my house at 2AM just to blast the same music.

So, I gave him a nice little Fuck You Dance right there on the sidewalk, made eye contact best I could, and instead of going to the Bodega, I turned left to go the long way around, because he'd doubled back and parked his car there.

And then followed me down the street I was walking on, to pick shit with me.

I saw the gold grill. You don't get that kinda money selling Weed. Just Opiates. So I went off on the guy, with that crazy berserker grin that says 'I'm looking forward to taking my Month out on you"

He drove off saying something about my Mom (You know, my Abuser) so I yelled at the retreating coward "You never wanna Meet my momma, she made ME!".

I'm sick of taking other people's antisocial shit. They wanna beat up the longhaired queer enby guy in the Long Skirt, they're gonna get a rude surprise.