i thought for a split second yesterday that my past was coming back to haunt me once again. i thought he was in the car behind me in traffic. poor guy prolly thought i was psycho with the look i gave him, when he switched lanes and pulled up next to me. havent felt like that in a LOOOOONNNNNGGGG time. scared ansolutely shitless. thought the trip to the farm would get rid of those thoughts. i hope i never have to actually see him. i hope he rots in hell. no i dont. but i hope he's sorry.