The sound of the “fuck with me” gun being cocked

I was driving the other day, when I passed, walking the direction I was heading, an infamous local man. He’s mentally challenged, so to speak, and very fucking angry at the world. He accosts pedestrians, picks fights, etc.

I don’t hate him, because it’s not his fault, but I think I am in a camp with most in town when I avoid him.

THEN, coming the other way on the same side of the street, I see a notorious local drunk. He’s very fucking angry at the world. He accosts pedestrians, picks fights, etc.

I do hate him, because it is his fault.

They’re headed right for each other. Sparks will fly when they meet, but I don’t turn around.

I just drive on, thinking to myself, “Nice try, cosmos, but whatever ‘X’ you’re trying to lure me onto is not a place I will be standing today.”

Safety first, people.

10 thoughts on “The sound of the “fuck with me” gun being cocked

  1. Pillars of salt are we all. How could you resist? Although, once you do turn around there’s always a chance you’ll have to do something. That gets awkward really fast.
    There was a woman who panhandles on my street. She’s a bitter one, too. I was parking my bicycle one day and she asked me for money. I said, “I don’t have anything.” She got her face very close to mine and spat back at me, “You HAVE a BIKE.” She frightens me.
    Nice closer, by the way.
    g.

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