Not quite a kill story
I was coming back from Taco Bell down Wayne Rd. It was kinda busy. I saw a ricer Honda in front of me with a fart can. It was really ugly. Anyway, I switch to the next lane, and then he cuts me off. BAD MISTAKE! I hate being cut off. So I tailgate him and we both turn left on to Plymouth Rd. We meet up at a light. I just sit there casually talking to my friend, pretending nothing ever happened. I hear this dude revving his engine. I didn't even look over. The light turns green, and he nails it, squeeling his tires. Well, considering I am in Livonia, which is full of cops, I don't race, and I accelerate normal, making that guy look like an idiot. It was funny to see him speed away on his own, but I wanted to race him, but couldn't risk it. Livonia has been cracking down on speeders.
It was a good laugh though.