Dear fuckhead, I’m not sorry for flipping you off. Yeah I’m talking to you, guy in the Porsche SUV who drives – or should that be drove? – like an idiot around our neighborhood. I’m not sorry for flipping you off. I was already doing 30 in a 20 when you came up and started tailgating me, egging me on to break the law. We’re not all speed-demon outlaws, sir, and I won’t stoop to your level. I’m not sorry for reducing my speed to 10 in response. There are kids playing in the neighborhood, and you have the nerve to drive…