Alpha Jaywalker Brutally Mogs Beta Waiting for Walk Sign

I am the alpha in this scenario. 

I walk up behind you. You are meek and cowered, letting the electrical overlord determine your movement so that you may safely cross in front of the beast.

Me? Well, I am the beast. I don’t need to wait for some signal to let me know that it is my time.

It is always my time.

You are scared of the machine that drives 30 miles per hour over the speed limit. I frame it in my point of view, let it feel that I am there, and walk without looking. Others follow in my footsteps, as I have paved the way for the crowd to move. Only a true leader with alpha blood can do so.

Who needs to obey the traffic lights? Only a weak person with a fragile mindset, who believes that the Philly driver who is simultaneously on Snapchat and vaping will hit them. 

I have faith that I will not be hit because I have never been hit ever in my life. You, on the other hand, encourage being hit daily based on your subhuman aura. I am the mogger. The jaywalker. The alpha. You are simply the person who I will walk past on my way into the intersection of aggressive drivers, barely picking up on your beta scent.

*Under the Button does not condone jaywalking. It is illegal.