‘The f*** are you following me for?’
I’m just trying to get to work, after a long night shift endured just a few hours ago. I don’t really give a f*** about him.
‘don’t f*** with me, I’m going to run your plates and hunt you down.’
Really,!? just because I followed your exact driving pattern for 2 blocks, you think I’m following you?
I don’t blame the poor bloke. being a cop is rough nowadays. or someone with lots of enemies, I don’t fucking know.
I ignore him as we part our separate ways from the traffic light. Then smoke a cigarette before heading inside, letting the tension of that moment suffocate with every exhale.