Danny was having a horrible day- to keep is short. The store he bought a bunch of grills to kill himself with wouldn’t take them back. It was like the universe was laughing at him- telling him to do it. He got in his car. He started to pull out, but then a car cut him off. He immediately laid on the horn. The car came to a stop, and the guy stuck a hand out, and flipped him off, then drove off. “Fuck this.” Danny muttered. Then he drove after the car.

Danny sped after the car, swerving through traffic. The guy threw a few things out of his window at Danny. He skipped over a curve, driving over someone’s lawn just in time to cut them off. Except they kept driving. Danny put his arms up, bracing for a collision. The car stopped just in time not to hit him. Danny felt his heart in his throat. As the car was driving away, he saw the license plate. He memorized it.

It was a few days later. Danny looked the license plate up and found an address. His plan was to go to the house, and get some fucking, payback.