It all began when I first started driving. I woke up early on a Saturday morning and decided to go to the market to buy some groceries. I used to park at the top of the driveway, so I basically had to back out of the driveway, which was a 30 degree slope, down to the street. Well, I used to back out of the driveway pretty quickly. Well anyways, I went to the market and got my groceries. When I came home, I noticed my parents and my neighbor standing at the bottom of our driveway. As I got closer, it became apparent what had happened. I saw my neighbor's dog lying at the bottom of the driveway surrounded with blood. It was a dachshund...one of those weinerdogs. I had backed over it, killing it instantly. I felt like complete shit. My neighbor was crying and I knew my apologies meant nothing to him at this point. My parents told me to go inside and they would deal with it. My parents offer to compensate him financially, but he declined.

The next incident happened when I was in my third year at UC Irvine. One night, my roommates, John and Josh, wanted to grab some Chinese food, so we decided to pay a visit to Chinet(this Chinese restaurant I used to work at). Anyways on the way there, I was driving down this street which was parallel to this golf course, which houses a lot of ducks. Anyways at the last second I saw a group of three of four ducks wadling across the street. Seeing that is was rather dark and I may have been slightly exceeding the speed limit, I was not able to stop in time. I saw the ducks take off but one of them did not make it. I could hear it hit the front of my car and I felt it go under my car. Unfortunately I wasn't able to pull over because I had a line of cars behind me and it was a one lane street with no shoulder. The rest of the way to the restaurant, we were completely silent. We were pretty much shocked by the whole incident. Josh ended up breaking the silence..."Let's order Peking duck tonight."

The last incident occurred a few years later. I was driving home from a friends house late one night. It was like 3am so there were no cars on the road I was on. Anyways, out of nowhere I see this cat dart in front of my car. I had no time to react at all. I heard a shriek from the cat and saw it go flying off to my left. That scared the living shit out of me. My heart was thumping big time. Anyways I made a quick u-turn and pulled over around the area where it happened. I got out of my car and looked around. Didn't find anything. Perhaps it survived and ran off...people always say that cats have 9 lives.

My friend Jeannie has gotten a kick out of my so called roadkill roadrage. She even bought me a license plate frame for my car. It reads, "If your pet is missing, check my tires".