Some moron feels the need to get up in my face over something completely stupid. The situation SO did not have to come to this, but when someone jumps out of their car on the street and pounds their fist into the hood of my truck, someone is gonna get seriously injured. 
I'm coming back from the Post Office, where I'm sending Ivaniski some heads and at the intersection one block from my studio, this guy comes flying completely from out of nowhere doing 50mph and cuts me off literally 20ft from the light.
So now, he's directly in front of me, sitting at the red light-- I throw my hands up in the hair, shaking my head and the guy jumps out of his car--
He walks over to my window and says "You got something to say?" I said not really, but I have a question-- "Why did you cut me off like that when there's two other lanes that are completely empty? Have you been drinking?" He then asks me if I'm a cop. When I said no, he slammed his forearm into my door and backed up a little.
I calmly and politely asked him to get back in his car. He then asked me what I would do if he didn't. I replied "Probably just drive off..."
This guy then suddenly goes completely nuts, slamming the hood of my truck with his fist--
I got out of the truck and proceeded to beat him to a pulp.
Now I'm a bloody mess (his blood, not mine-- well, maybe some from my knuckles) and while he's on the ground, gasping for air, I'm deciding whether or not to bail or call the cops and hang around. Well, needless to say I did the right thing. I helped the guy up, gave him some fishy ice from the cooler in the back of my truck and we waited for the cops.
Cops show up and luckily, I know one of the guys. I pull him aside and tell him what happened. Turns out Mr. tattoo tough guy is completely toxic. Beer cans in the car, the whole nine-- They cuff him and take off.
Funniest part of the entire story; I'm trying to prop the guy up on the side of my truck and set his nose that I just completely broke, and the guy asks; "Why does this ice smell like fish?"
Couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Some people, I tell ya--
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I'm coming back from the Post Office, where I'm sending Ivaniski some heads and at the intersection one block from my studio, this guy comes flying completely from out of nowhere doing 50mph and cuts me off literally 20ft from the light.

He walks over to my window and says "You got something to say?" I said not really, but I have a question-- "Why did you cut me off like that when there's two other lanes that are completely empty? Have you been drinking?" He then asks me if I'm a cop. When I said no, he slammed his forearm into my door and backed up a little.
I calmly and politely asked him to get back in his car. He then asked me what I would do if he didn't. I replied "Probably just drive off..."
This guy then suddenly goes completely nuts, slamming the hood of my truck with his fist--
I got out of the truck and proceeded to beat him to a pulp.

Now I'm a bloody mess (his blood, not mine-- well, maybe some from my knuckles) and while he's on the ground, gasping for air, I'm deciding whether or not to bail or call the cops and hang around. Well, needless to say I did the right thing. I helped the guy up, gave him some fishy ice from the cooler in the back of my truck and we waited for the cops.
Cops show up and luckily, I know one of the guys. I pull him aside and tell him what happened. Turns out Mr. tattoo tough guy is completely toxic. Beer cans in the car, the whole nine-- They cuff him and take off.
Funniest part of the entire story; I'm trying to prop the guy up on the side of my truck and set his nose that I just completely broke, and the guy asks; "Why does this ice smell like fish?"
Couldn't help but laugh out loud.

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