To the Woman who maced me

I saw you jogging around Randolph and followed you around for a bit. I was trying to work up my courage to get out of my car as you headed for home. I followed you slowly as you walked up your block. I think you got nervous when I hit the garbage cans that some jerk left on the street! I guess I did hop the curb, but still, they were pretty close to the street. Anyways, I watched you start to run and I wanted to explain what happened, you started screaming for help as I tackled you, whats with the screaming anyways? And why do women always scream when I try to talk at them? Anyways, thats when I got a face full of mace...that was three days ago, and I was just released from the jail. I was hoping you could meet me and possibly drop the charges.