OK I will start with what just happened and work my way backwards. I was turning the corner to get home and I noticed this guy walking behind a van attempting to cross the street. I stopped to let him pass but he got all pissed and told me to go. I waved him on and he crossed the street and flipped me off.
I drove past him pulled the car over, shut it off and took off my glasses and left them in the car. I walked over to him and told him and said “what’s up now?” he said “are you serious? I don’t have time for this I have things to do.” I said “You flipped me off, so here I am. What’s up?” He started walking away and I said “Yea that is what I thought why don’t you flip me off again?” He turned around and did and that is when I walked square up to him and said “What are you going to do?” “Lets go”. He walked away.
I mean what the fuck? Anyway there were a bunch of people at the bar watching this and when the guy walked away someone said to me “It’s all right man.” I just yelled “Everyones got balls but no one will do anything.”
I suspect he lives around here so maybe I will see him again and we can talk it out. Fuck I really don’t give a shit. I will talk, fight, whatever I am not afraid to use my hands fuck it maybe after that we can sit around the campfire and roast marshmallows. I am just sick and fucking tired of people disrespecting me. You want to flip me off you better be ready to back yourself up because you are going to get me in your face asking you to take it to the NEXT level.
I have plenty to live for and just as much to die for. This guy was a fucking asshole. God knows I have been an asshole in the past. I have even been in that guys shoes when one day I pissed someone off doing the same thing. And during that experience I walked, well drove away too. I suppose I should slow my roll, but who is keeping speed? I mean what the hell am I suppose to roll over like a dog because fighting might not be spiritual?
I suppose I can’t go around starting fights with all of the people that flip me off. I don’t really know what made me get out of the car and more importantly what got my glasses off. I never take my glasses off. Fuck it I stood up for myself. Who the fuck else is going to do it?
Anyway…I had a good night overall my dad’s party was great. We ate a lot of food and great conversation. I love my dad. He is such a good guy and has made a great life for himself and for that I am proud of him. Our relationship has changed over the years and all I can say is that it has grown stronger.
I gotta get some sleep. Argh. It’s all OK. Things alway work out in the end.