Memorable Abuse from Strangers
A one-eyed, speed freak biker crossing the street in my home town. I was probably six. Naturally I gawped at him. Quote (said in extremely loud, guttural roar): “Quit eyeballin’ me, you little shit.” **
A one-eyed, speed freak biker crossing the street in my home town. I was probably six. Naturally I gawped at him. Quote (said in extremely loud, guttural roar): “Quit eyeballin’ me, you little shit.” **