THEN, it gets even better. Wolf and I swung by McDonald's to get his lunch. As I pulled into the parking lot, a group of 4 teenagers, 2 chicks and 2 guys, were slowly meandering across the parking lot. They were in my way, and they knew it, but they were taking their sweet time. When they'd cleared just enough space for me to squeeze past in my Jeep, I did so, and made it a point to get just inches away from the guy who was in the rear, and especially taking his time. When I did that, he put out his arms and mouthed "What the f**k?" So... I screeched to a halt, stepped out of my Jeep, and in my best fake Texan accent said simply, "You sayin' you want a piece of this,
boy?" Now, I must mention that I was in full "battle dress"; motorcycle boots, jeans, leather jacket, leather half-finger sap gloves, mirrored shades, and my crazy black leather cowboy hat. I pulled off the shades and glared at him as I started to walk towards him so he could see the fire in my eyes. I'm no badass, but I was ready to mix it up hard with him and his friend, who were both about my size; my tactical analysis classified the two of them as "no threat". And I'm telling you right now, my opening move would have been something like
Debo decking Red in Friday. But, as I was approaching with the fires blazing in my eyes, his friends skittered inside the McDonalds, and he mumbled "Weirdo." under his breath and did the same; and as he skittered inside, I called out loudly, "Yeah, that's what I
thought." And it's probably for the best that they skittered off, for I would likely have gotten in serious trouble for putting the smack down on teenagers; what can I say; Icarus lives in the moment...
Icarus... if you want to play Texas then you need a truck and a big ass gun.
I'm at -10 still. I hate holidays. It's Halloween. I have nothing to do except for a mound of homework. I can't get on the internet anymore without feeling sad about you know who.