Imagine everytime you leave your house, a biker (numbers of them), modified Hondas (idk what to call them, really any car modified to be louder

and or faster and look modified), or (oh here's a fun one) Mexican low rider trucks and other low rider vehicles big big spinny chrome wheels (xl rims, v important), are basically waiting for you on your main cross street m. Meet you at the next cross street. And you see 5-10 of them on your drive wherever you're going. Every time you leave the house. It doesn't matter if your mom's with you, your child, partner. And you ask your therapist....am I going crazy, is this for real? But you aren't going crazy, and it is happening, and it is all because your absolute narcissistic sociopathic monster of an "ex" has told everyone you're some kind of snitch when you aren't. In fact, you were never even in a gang, nor tried to be. All you really did was date some guy. He was, but you saw him for the individual human being he was and not all that. Probably because you were deep into alcoholism and usually drunk most of the time. But anyway. Welcome to my life!