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That's when he was in New York and exactly when I had the incident I'm about to describe. I'm about 90% sure it was him.
He was waiting for a train at Coney Island, Stillwell Avenue subway terminal, and was leaning on a column looking very chill.
As I walked past him, we made eye contact. I didn't like how he looked at me, so, after I had passed him, I thought to myself, 'who the fuck was that skinny, white weakling starring at? I'll break him in pieces!'. So, I turned around and looked at him again. He turned his head and very confidently glared back at me.
So now I'm pissed. I stopped, turned around, faced him, and stood my ground, as if challenging him to do something. He immediately got off the column he had been leaning on, walked to the middle of the subway platform, and faced me in an aggressive, challenging stance, just like this (gives me flashbacks):
We were now about 30 feet apart, menacing each other. Neither of us backed down. I just couldn't believe the balls on this little, pasty-white motherfucker. Was he high or drunk?
Anyway, when the standstill became awkward, I gestured to him with my finger to come inside the subway car. I shouted to him, "come inside!! There are no cameras in there!".
He didn't move at all, but stood rooted to his spot, still glaring at me like a rotweiler ready to pounce on his prey. After a few more seconds, I ended the standstill by breaking off the engagement and walking inside the train to take a seat.
I'm 240lbs and a pretty good fighter. I didn't know it at the time, but man did I dodge a 50-caliber bullet.
He was waiting for a train at Coney Island, Stillwell Avenue subway terminal, and was leaning on a column looking very chill.
As I walked past him, we made eye contact. I didn't like how he looked at me, so, after I had passed him, I thought to myself, 'who the fuck was that skinny, white weakling starring at? I'll break him in pieces!'. So, I turned around and looked at him again. He turned his head and very confidently glared back at me.
So now I'm pissed. I stopped, turned around, faced him, and stood my ground, as if challenging him to do something. He immediately got off the column he had been leaning on, walked to the middle of the subway platform, and faced me in an aggressive, challenging stance, just like this (gives me flashbacks):
We were now about 30 feet apart, menacing each other. Neither of us backed down. I just couldn't believe the balls on this little, pasty-white motherfucker. Was he high or drunk?
Anyway, when the standstill became awkward, I gestured to him with my finger to come inside the subway car. I shouted to him, "come inside!! There are no cameras in there!".
He didn't move at all, but stood rooted to his spot, still glaring at me like a rotweiler ready to pounce on his prey. After a few more seconds, I ended the standstill by breaking off the engagement and walking inside the train to take a seat.
I'm 240lbs and a pretty good fighter. I didn't know it at the time, but man did I dodge a 50-caliber bullet.
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