So last night I get off work at 8:55, I decide that I would like a cold one. I stop at my local liquor store, but they are closed. No big deal. I return to the road and continue home. 2 lights from the store, I pass a Sentra, that is stopped waitng for the light. The passenger says something to me, but I didn’t hear him, just saw his lips moving… I pay no regard to him.
1 km down the road at the next lights, I motion/chat with the ladies in the car next to me. That same passenger (from the sentra) is in the car now behind me at the red. He takes off his shirt and runs up to my drivers window, I see him just in time to dodge the left punch that he throws. I reach into my passenger footwell, grab my 1/2 a pool-cue, open the door and jump out. Now this guy is a little smaller than me, and covered in jail tatoos (poor quality).
I start screaming at him; ‘are you fckin’ retarded? I don’t even know you and your starting shit, well you picked the wrong car, gimme a reason to fck you up, his driver (a female) honks her horn and I lose focus, thinkin I’m walking into live traffic, he rushed me and puts me in a headlock, 3 seconds later I pushhim off and chase him back to his car, I get in mine and continue to drive. Cause of the jail tat’s I call him a goof bastard crackhead, retard…just cause I was pissed, but not violent
At the next lights I turn right and they pull in the plaza, I think I should get his plate so I pull in the far end of the plaza, and circle around to get his plate. He and the female driver are now going through the trunk. He pulls out a X tire-iron, (I’m about 30m away and moving slowly) He raises the tire-iron over his shoulder as if to throuw it. I pop the clutch to expose the passenger side (cause I don’t want a tire-iron through my open window). I do 5-6 doughnuts around him/her car (in the plaza), the Tire-iron made contact with my windsheild (now shattered), my passenger door (was mint), my passenger mirror, and he managed to kick my passenger fender as I left to follow his driver.
He runs away, dropping the tire-iron in a bush (it was retrieved), I go accross the street to round up some friends to wait with me at the crime scene. We wait, 5 cruisers, forensics, sergents…2 hours of statements and I have to call today to find out if the police found the guy.
I have no idea who he was, or what his problem was as I didn’t drive drastically till after the left hook. Nissan Sentra (93?) Ontario Plate AMJY 334
Sorry about the long story, and I’ll get pics up today, what a fcking birthday, I think I’m gonna go have some cake,
I wanna see how hard he threw the tire iron.