"EY GIT BAK DER TO JER-Z"

As I look in my mirror and switch lanes on 312 today, a man in an old beat up pick up truck decides to ride my ass. Instead of slamming on my breaks and letting him hit me, I switched into another lane. At the next red light the man pulled up next to me. I just looked over and stared at him noticing his appearance: camo hat, dip in his lip, toothpick hanging from the side of his mouth, oversized haggard beard and long straw-like hair. I knew he wanted to say something so I just kept staring at him. Soon enough he took the tooth pick out of his mouth and said " Eyder git bak to jer-z wit dat kinda drivan". Now I really didn't do anything out of the norm. He was way behind me and as I switched lanes he floored his car and decided to ride me. All I could think about was how he really just saw my New Jersey plates and got pissed off. He was probably just on his way to the store to get some more Natural Ice and a can of dip.