Oh Boy, I may have finally lost it.

Dear dude in the poorly suped-up Civic,

1. Your stereo is too loud if it is shaking my whole house while you are stopped at the end of my street.

2. Why the heck are you stopped at the end of my street? This is the suburbs.  No one is going to challenge you to a race here.

3. You are not the Drift King! The fact that you put this on your car is evidence that you almost certainly can't drift nor are you a king of anything.

4. The fact that you would use a c-level series of movies as your life inspiration is sad.

5. Stop pretending you are just hanging out and ask someone for directions. Or better yet go 2 blocks away to the gas station and ask them for directions and stop reverberating my house!

Thank you,

Mommy J

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Dear Mommy J,

You are officially an ornery old geezer. And don't deny that one of your favorite movies is The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift.

Sincerely,

Yourself

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Dear Self,

At least I recognize how bad this movie is!  Which is why I like it.  That and the Hulk Car.

Sincerely,
Mommy J

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Dear Mommy J,

Do you realize you are writing letters to yourself?

Yours truly,

Self

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Dear Self,

Yes, yes I do.

~Mommy J

PS: I need more sleep, or coffee or both.