365 Fiction Bites

'Anonymous my ass, we know who called, when they called, and the authorities know who they are.' True as steel, there is no such thing as the perfect hit-and-run. Someone will see you, they will take your license plate number and throw your behind in jail so cut the pretentious bullshit. Your shitty karma will catch up with you eventually.

Try to keep me sweet with your cynical crap. Go on, I dare you. You ill-bred inconsiderate fuck.