
Now keep in mind this preface as you read my story: Random people tend to want to fight me without obvious provocation. Dedicated readers will remember an incident at Bailey's last year involving a cripple and a football player. I digress. I don't know what it is about me. Maybe people can tell I'm a smartass just by looking at me. Who knows.
Anyhow the preface is this "I know that I have a way of getting myself into these situations, but I don't believe this is one of them."
So, this evening Matt and I are driving back to my place from Sequoia Hills. Its around 12:15. We were gonna smoke some cigars and watch a movie, play some pool/ping-pong (thats right, the new house is loaded with bar games, so come-one-come-all to West Knoxville) and just generally chill.
We're pulling up to the light at Kingston Pike and Northshore, heading West. There is a car stopped at the red light ahead of me about 30 yards, and I'm getting cash out of my wallet so that Lamberth can grab me some cigarettes. I wasn't wearing a shirt for no particular reason. Showing off I guess.
Well, I'm slowly rolling towards the light and I hear someone honk behind me. They are RIGHT on my ass. I can't see much, but I can see its a piece-of-shit car, and a guy in the front seat with his hat cocked to the right (like the kids are doing these days) and I obviously don't know this person. He continues to roll right up on my ass and honk, and I throw my hands up with a "Whats the deal dude" gesture.
He was not amused.
He pulled into the left turn lane and pulled up next to me. Unfortunatly for him (and lending him even less credibility as a threat) he pulled up to far, so he had to roll down the passenger side rear window to yell at me. Mind you his seat was far enough back he was almost sitting in the back seat anyways (you know, like the kids are doing these days). Well, he starts yelling and I again give a friendly "What the fuck is your problem" gesture hoping perhaps this young man will explain his eratic behavior. I thought maybe he'd say "Listen Chap! Nobody, and I mean nobody, puts an Alabama sticker on their car in MY city!" or perhaps "Hey Friend, your gas tank is open, perhaps you ought to place your automobile in the parked position and step out of the car to close it. If you'd prefer, I could get that for you since you look like a nice enough fella."
Alas, I don't think that was what he was trying to say to me. Honestly, I still have no idea what he was pissed about, but I figured that the situation was tense, and I was honestly worried that he might have a gun. I looked up to see if I had "an out" i.e. a place to go if things got crazy. I didn't. I was boxed in. All I could think was "lets keep this guy calm."
Then I look over to see Lamberth demonstrating the length of his middle finger to the guy, as if to say "fuck you!" (which is actually exactly what he was saying). This made Eminem (as we will call him) very angry and in a showing of brute "badass-ness" he pulled a 3.5 inch blade and flashed it to us. At this point Lamberth and I look at each other and can't help but laugh. I mean hell, we're in a car! What's he going to do?
Well, he was in the turn lane and I, in a friendly manner mind you, indicated that perhaps he best be getting on his way. Surprisingly he did. He made the left and I thought we were done. When we drove through the interesection though, we saw him pull a U-Turn and head back towards us. He caught us two blocks later and I waited for him to get right up on us before slamming on my breaks sending him a few hundered yards past me and I turned onto my favorite back road route.
The moral of the story? There are a few I guess. First, people are fucking crazy. Second, always know some alternative routes to your house, cause hey - you never know. Third, do not pull a three inch blade on two dudes in a car. I mean seriously, even if we got out of our car (which I did a block after we had turned - to get my aluminum baseball bat) what could he really do? With my bat he couldn't have gotten close enough to cut me, and even if he got lucky and threw the PERFECT THROW and took one of us out, he was then unarmed and one of us was going to be insanely angry and dangerous - and holding a bat. Finally, people suck, don't expect anything more out of them and you won't be so heartbroken as you travel through the dangerous roads of life.
What a punk. Yo Slim Shady - if you read this (which would impress me, because nothing about my brief interaction with you indicated you can read) - come get some bitch. 8527 Carl Valentine Cir. I'll be here with my bat, and my cats, and a beating for your ass. What a joke.
Stay Tuned...

