I would just like to take a moment and clarify a few things. In the world there's a lot of dudes who like to talk that smack. They get even tougher when they're behind the wheel. They flip you off, yell "fuck you", tailgate, try to give bad ass looks through the driver's window, etc. Now just so you know who I am. You see, I'm that guy that pulls right over when these road raging tough guys start their shit with the horns and flipping the finger, and when they stop and jump out of their shitbox F150, Maxima, Tahoe, or whatever the fucck they might be driving with the chest puffed out holding their arms out to the sides, they see me. Then reality hits extra hard when I slowly step out of the black Corvette. I'm that guy who's built like a brick shithouse peeling my shirt off and ready to fuck someone up. The smell of feces is in the air as these knucklheads shit themselves just gazing at this physique that could be forged fron steel and I slowly walk in their direction. It's like they picked curtain #3 and some bad ass muthafucka steps out ready to throw a life changing right hook and shatter a fool's jaw. Jumping back in their vehicle and burning rubber to escape me is not uncommon.
Which brings us to the Internet. Punks out there thinking they can talk shit with impunity. And then a guy like me calls them out and they start sweating. They figure they're safe at home, doors locked, shades down, a Hot Pocket bubbling over in the microwave. They talk some more shit and sign off. But they know deep down that I'm the real fuccking deal and they wouldn't dare. For those who have insurance, I'm always at the dojo.