chicago is turning me into an asshole

what I've come to expect every night after work riding home on my bike from downtown: an invasion of drunk fratastic bags of douche cutting me off (this includes girls and guys) and driving around recklessly (even more so than the general population of people who operate motor vehicles in the city of Chicago, who just may be worse drivers than those in Northeast Ohio, which is arduous to imagine, i know). a girl, who was adorned with a hideous black sequined top and seemed to have rubbed her face in a pile of orange clay before going out, attempted to pull out in front of me, in her lexus, while I was riding in my bike lane and came about 5 inches from my bike. This caused me to screech my tires, almost ruining my breaks. She looked at me as if surprised to see me there. What I wish I would've done: carved something completely offensive and revolting on her pretty black lexus, while punching her in the face. Actuality: gave her a look of death and rode away.