He shot me down, bang bang

Today was a beautiful day. I quit my job in West Hollywood, I begin my job in Santa Monica next week, the weather was absolutely perfect, and I finally saw Kill Bill vol. 2. I was a happy camper until I saw Quentin Tarantino.
He was driving down Santa Monica Boulevard today in the lane next to me.
I kept looking over at him.
I knew it was him.
I rear-ended the car in front of me.
Oh shit.