So I'm going to a doctors appointment this morning for some typical crime fighting injuries.  You know how that goes.  There is a left turn on a pretty notorious intersection for accidents.  The turn is kind of blind.  I wasn't in the mood to get T-Boned by a truck so I waited for the light to change.  Apparently the mexican guy behind me thought I should take that chance, and lay on his horn.  Easy to say when your car cost the better part of a 100 dollar bill, and you don't have insurance.  So I put my hands up in the international sign for, "What the fuck do you want me to do?"  He flips me off and pulls up next to me.  I just shook my head, not only disapproving of his driving, but also his face in general.  The fat motherfucker decides he will just ram my car and he makes a hard left right at me.  Being as I am the love child of devils threesome staring Batman, James Bond, and that chick our dads all had a crush on... I have cat like reflexes and I slammed on my breaks to avoid the collision. 

So now I'm pissed and following the guy.  I call the cops to ask them a question.  I explain what just happened and asked what kind of trouble I would get into for following the guy and punching him in the mouth repeatedly after he got out of his car.  She told me not to do that because a lot of people in that area carry guns and knives with them.  Then she tells me some bullshit.  Because he missed my car there is no crime committed, so if I hit him I get arrested for assault.  But if he would have hit me, he gets assault with a deadly weapon AND I can beat his fat ass and it goes down as self defense.  I'm not trying to say I'm the toughest guy in the world, but I can handle myself and he deserves it. 

I wrote down his plate number cause I have a friend who is a cop and I kind of want to have him look up where the guy lives.  He probably won't do it, and that's probably going a bit overboard anyway...  If he would have just flipped me off and yelled it would have been no big deal.  Oh well.  Then I just went to the doctor for my physical therapy, and got over it.  So the moral of this story is... fuck that fat mexican guy.