Fighting
She
stared at me for ten or fifteen seconds and then slid over towards me
and started pummeling me with her fists. I almost lost control of the
car, pulling it rapidly to the side and skidding to a stop in a giant
cloud of dust as she attacked me.
“I AM NOT MY MOTHER NEVER NEVER
I AM NOT YOU FUCKER I HATE YOUR FUCKING FUCKING GUTS YOU SON OF A BITCH
FAGGOT ASSHOLE PIECE OF SHIT I AM NOT MY MOTHER!”