Revenge I wanted on this nasty sick bastard. I got it. Continued.

This nasty, Twisted, f***, sneaks up behind me on one of the worst parts of this 3-hour climb and then Royals coal, having modified his truck to blast exhaust on cyclists like me. The shoulder is wide, in no way was this walking pile of s*** impeded by my travel. I wanted revenge, and I got it, but not from where I expected it. this was the third time in a week, I don't suspect that this Twisted f*** watches and waits. I suspect that our times of travel synchronize at a time that he is headed back to his Cesspool of a home. Just gratuitous evil.
The type of Revenge that my hypothalamus, my Reptilian Brain, My Flesh, wanted, should be easy for you to imagine. And it was easy for me to imagine and immediately my soul, my limbic system, my mammalian brain, said, no, James, that won't satisfy you.
Within a few more moments My Soul showed me the following. What a pitiful shriveled miserable unhappy joyless soul that creature has, Having been born with a joyful one. As we all are. Realizing that was revenge enough. I shall continue to try and better live my life such that on occasion maybe I can help such a twisted miserable suffering soul return to the Joy known in childhood that is supposed to travel with us all our lives, as it long last it has returned to me these recent decades.