Things are getting to me. A crackhead stood a little too close to me in the coffee shop today. I asked him to move back, he was practically stepping on the heels of my shoes, and then he started mouthing off about 6' spacing mandates being over and he could stand where he wants and I should fuck off. So I grabbed him by the neck, he was surprisingly as light as a feather, and hauled him to the front door of the shop and threw him outside. I've never been that way in my entire life. He then got up screaming something about what I did was assault so I told him to phone the cops then. He replied, "I don't phone cops, buddy." To which I then said, "So you're just going to stand there seething like a retard then?" Got my coffee, the manager smiled at me, and walked out. I've always been calm my entire life, going out of my way to avoid confrontation. The precipice is very close now. We're not there yet, but it's getting closer.
Your characterization is off by a couple decades, but it still made me KEK. Thanks, anon.
I couldn't care less what you think.
Ahh, understood. You're an absolute retard. Your posts make sense then.
I don't care if anons don't believe my anecdote. I don't know a single one of you in person so I honestly couldn't care less. Real intel agents can scrape social media for the picture he took of me and the video his skank took of me hauling him outside. I'm sure he whined about his bloody hand too from scraping it on the grippy shit on the ground of the entry way where I threw him.
Nah, it's only the absolute retards that try to make that claim about me, constantly. The funny thing is, is, I don't lie. It's anathema to me. It feels wrong to. If you act like a retard towards me, I will treat you like a retard.