So I'm driving back from class no more than two minutes ago, trucking down the one way street in the left lane to make my left turn onto my street, when some asshole decides to make a left turn from the right lane. Total dick move. Cuts me off, and I lay on my horn and prepare the middle finger, when the dude slows down to a near stop and stares at me. A fucking gaze that if I was not already sitting, it would have knocked me on my ass. Beneath his eyes and nose, a moustache that hangs on its own special wall in the rock and roll hall of fame. Freddie Mercury, no fucking joke. He's alive and he's cruising around Macomb like a madman. I let go of the horn as I stare back in awe, and when he sees that I know who he is, he turns his head, and speeds back up. It was that moment, I realized, that I was not cut off by Freddie Mercury, but in fact I had been in Freddie Mercury's way as he tried to go about his business.