The Sword is Pretty Mighty

Back in my...let's say distorted reality days...my friend and I were doing our usual riding around the region being aimless, uninspired, and lazy.  We were coming out the a Wal-Mart parking lot...riding slow as the uninspired does...and this guy comes flying by us and cuts me off; blowing hard on his horn and appearing to let out some curse words.  He was stopped in the turning lane by a car in front of him who was awaiting the passing of the oncoming traffic, and now he was directly in front of us.  Unfortunately for him, he was unaware of the type of young men he had honked and cursed at.  Before I could come to a complete stop and started banging on his window.  At that time, a young black man in his early twenties wearing a dingy white T-shirt and his hair half cornrowed in itself was a little scary for some people.  But then to have this type of person screaming at you "honk that horn now" in complete rage was and still is the definition of fear.  From my position still in the car you could tell the Caucasian gentlemen was deathly startled...and thank God this wasn't when people were recording everything.  In the end, nothing happened; except that maybe that guy learned that when acting in a manner that suggests you're ready for action...be ready for action.