This year’s festival is almost done. I, the beloved Lanzman, will be there on the last day, Sunday the 23rd. You have been informed.
Bristol Renaissance Faire ended Labor Day weekend. But, I was in Omaha. So, weekend before that, last weekend I worked, I was driving home about 8/8:30. It was raining that night and already dark here in Chicagoland. One stretch of the road is about 35 miles per hour (industrial zone). and of course, impatient me, I always speed down through there. It's not a very long stretch of road so I was surprised to see someone RIGHT ON my ass especially since I was already driving about 50/55. So, I slow down to the speed limit assuming he would take that opportunity to pass. But, no, that wasn't good enough for the fat, redneck, trump supporting mother fucker. When he swerved back into my lane, he made sure to clip my front end - just to show me how angry he was. Fucking dick. Had it not been for my mad driving skills, fucker would have killed me running me off the road like that in the rain.
