random aside…and hey, first post of february! (possibly even the only one…who knows) i never understood peoples fears of saying what they felt, especially when it’s directed at random assholes they happen to come across.
we’re outside a bar discussing where we were off to next, and down the street, a retard is trying to park his lexus suv over mounds of snow and ice. we’re chuckling at the crunching sounds emanating from his vicinity, as he vainly tries to pose/park his suv atop his conquered mountain. the dude really seems to want to park there. whatever. a bit later, as we’re still mulling what we were doing, the guy from the lexus climbs out and starts hollering out “whats so funny??” in a douchey faux-intimidating voice. i hear it, but think to myself, dumbass can’t possibly be directing it at us…his skin can’t be that thin and his dick can’t be that inverted. he calls it out again, and i holler back “i don’t know??” more was to follow, but the people i was with started displaying nervousness and telling me to stop provoking him. i’m going….really? you’re scared some altercation will occur because the tool over there doesn’t like people belittling his shit parking abilities and i decide to yell back?? they press it anyway, so i refrain and we walk off, as i’m completely incredulous at their absolute prostration. “i’ve heard people get really beat up because of those situations!” one points out as i’m thinking to myself that this was unlikely, and i would’ve continued my jeering if not for their skittishness. i’ve also heard people get mugged in the subway, but i still take the subway anyway. i live in east harlem. it’s quaint, but not entirely super. i live in east harlem, and a yuppy jackass driving a lexus with new jersey license plates is hardly going to intimidate and/or faze me. east harlem, people.
i wish i could tell those friends to have a bit of faith in my ability to discern danger from bluster. they’re quiet easy to differentiate, you know?
ps: happy bunny year.