Yeah, maybe that's the first thing that came to mind when he woke up yesterday morning...
He???
Yeah, I should probably explain.
So in between storms last night, I decided to go out for a short ride into the rather brisk early evening. To take in the scene, I sat near the side of the road, on 20th street. Yep, I was simply checking out the clouds and watching traffic (after having been marooned inside garage all day).
A car slowly approached, and the driver started shouting at me.
“You better get out of here or I'm going to kick your ass!”
I just looked at him, because at first, I thought he was joking. I thought that maybe it was somebody who I knew, or somebody who knew me.
“I'm fucking serious, get the hell out of here. Now!”
I still wasn't sure if the guy meant what he was saying, until he waved a gun in my direction.
“I'm not going anywhere until you leave,” he added, while temporarily parked in the middle of the street.
I thought about calling 9-1-1, but I figured he might well shoot me on the spot. Nope, I did not want to agitate him any further. I also did not audibly respond, for the same reason. And I couldn't see his license plate either, but he was driving one of those nondescript little SUV station wagon looking things. A white one.
Based upon many dozens of YouTube videos I've seen in the past few years, the guy was acting out, just like one of them there political nut jobs. A fanatic, perhaps. Not only was he angry, I perceived him to be unintelligent. That's right, he looked angry and stupid, all at the same time.
Pale complexion. Thick neck, veins protruding and visibly pulsing. A close cropped buzz cut, shaved clean on the sides.
“I'm moving right over here and I'm watching you,” he explained, probably not wanting to block traffic. Or something. Who the hell knows.
His vehicle moved up against the curb.
If I were to roll away, well… I didn't want to turn my back on him, but what choice did I have?
To test out his intensions, I made a few brief semicircles on the street, adjacent to the sidewalk… not wanting to appear intimidated as a result of him threatening me. Unfortunately, no other cars were passing through. I could have waved someone down, or at least, found a potential witness.
Slowly, I started working my way towards Bell Road. And in response, he slowly headed in the opposite direction. But every time I pause to look back, he also stopped his vehicle, likely monitoring my actions.
This cat / mouse game continued until he pulled halfway into a driveway down the street. I'm guessing he was pulling into his own residence. So it looks like he's a neighbor. Wonderful!
So now I'm wondering if I need to get my own gun. I mean, what the hell am I supposed to do in that kind of situation, not being able to physically defend myself anymore?
Back when I was a normal regular person, I could have at least more confidently defended myself with words. Or ran away. Or physically attacked the other person. Or something. I was in good shape. I worked out. Yeah, I was fairly strong. Very athletic. And back then, nobody messed with me.
So yeah, I think I'm going to look into getting a gun. Something to carry with me when I go out and about in the neighborhood.
Where I'm staying now isn't the safest place. At least, it's not very safe outside the gated community.
Hmmm… I really don't believe in gun toting as being the best idea overall, but really, I can't hope to fight anybody or defend myself reasonably well while being stuck in a wheelchair. And there's no way I'm just going to hide indoors and never go outside, right? So maybe tomorrow I'll ride down the street in the daylight and see if I can figure out his address.
This whole thing seems pretty messed up, huh?
Now that I think about it, the guy probably thought I was homeless. I do look like I'm in pretty bad shape, especially right now. Vulnerable, I guess. So maybe he's one of those homeless vigilante people. You know what I mean, the kind of person that goes around and murders homeless people for fun. Perhaps I should look more wealthy when I go out next time.
In this instance, I couldn't find any warm clothes, so I was inappropriately dressed (considering the chill in the air). No one seems to know what happened to my jacket. Or my hat. Or my other warm clothes. And I guess that's what happens when it's usually a thousand degrees outside year round, people tend to misplace your warm things. Ha!
In addition, I'll probably go out and ask some of the homeless folks (in the immediate vicinity) if they are familiar with this guy, or if they've been threatened in such a way. I feel a mission coming on. A project. I mean really, I need to do something about this - something to keep myself empowered. I'm not going to let that asshole get away with intimidating me.
Take care,
Howard
He???
Yeah, I should probably explain.
So in between storms last night, I decided to go out for a short ride into the rather brisk early evening. To take in the scene, I sat near the side of the road, on 20th street. Yep, I was simply checking out the clouds and watching traffic (after having been marooned inside garage all day).
A car slowly approached, and the driver started shouting at me.
“You better get out of here or I'm going to kick your ass!”
I just looked at him, because at first, I thought he was joking. I thought that maybe it was somebody who I knew, or somebody who knew me.
“I'm fucking serious, get the hell out of here. Now!”
I still wasn't sure if the guy meant what he was saying, until he waved a gun in my direction.
“I'm not going anywhere until you leave,” he added, while temporarily parked in the middle of the street.
I thought about calling 9-1-1, but I figured he might well shoot me on the spot. Nope, I did not want to agitate him any further. I also did not audibly respond, for the same reason. And I couldn't see his license plate either, but he was driving one of those nondescript little SUV station wagon looking things. A white one.
Based upon many dozens of YouTube videos I've seen in the past few years, the guy was acting out, just like one of them there political nut jobs. A fanatic, perhaps. Not only was he angry, I perceived him to be unintelligent. That's right, he looked angry and stupid, all at the same time.
Pale complexion. Thick neck, veins protruding and visibly pulsing. A close cropped buzz cut, shaved clean on the sides.
“I'm moving right over here and I'm watching you,” he explained, probably not wanting to block traffic. Or something. Who the hell knows.
His vehicle moved up against the curb.
If I were to roll away, well… I didn't want to turn my back on him, but what choice did I have?
To test out his intensions, I made a few brief semicircles on the street, adjacent to the sidewalk… not wanting to appear intimidated as a result of him threatening me. Unfortunately, no other cars were passing through. I could have waved someone down, or at least, found a potential witness.
Slowly, I started working my way towards Bell Road. And in response, he slowly headed in the opposite direction. But every time I pause to look back, he also stopped his vehicle, likely monitoring my actions.
This cat / mouse game continued until he pulled halfway into a driveway down the street. I'm guessing he was pulling into his own residence. So it looks like he's a neighbor. Wonderful!
So now I'm wondering if I need to get my own gun. I mean, what the hell am I supposed to do in that kind of situation, not being able to physically defend myself anymore?
Back when I was a normal regular person, I could have at least more confidently defended myself with words. Or ran away. Or physically attacked the other person. Or something. I was in good shape. I worked out. Yeah, I was fairly strong. Very athletic. And back then, nobody messed with me.
So yeah, I think I'm going to look into getting a gun. Something to carry with me when I go out and about in the neighborhood.
Where I'm staying now isn't the safest place. At least, it's not very safe outside the gated community.
Hmmm… I really don't believe in gun toting as being the best idea overall, but really, I can't hope to fight anybody or defend myself reasonably well while being stuck in a wheelchair. And there's no way I'm just going to hide indoors and never go outside, right? So maybe tomorrow I'll ride down the street in the daylight and see if I can figure out his address.
This whole thing seems pretty messed up, huh?
Now that I think about it, the guy probably thought I was homeless. I do look like I'm in pretty bad shape, especially right now. Vulnerable, I guess. So maybe he's one of those homeless vigilante people. You know what I mean, the kind of person that goes around and murders homeless people for fun. Perhaps I should look more wealthy when I go out next time.
In this instance, I couldn't find any warm clothes, so I was inappropriately dressed (considering the chill in the air). No one seems to know what happened to my jacket. Or my hat. Or my other warm clothes. And I guess that's what happens when it's usually a thousand degrees outside year round, people tend to misplace your warm things. Ha!
In addition, I'll probably go out and ask some of the homeless folks (in the immediate vicinity) if they are familiar with this guy, or if they've been threatened in such a way. I feel a mission coming on. A project. I mean really, I need to do something about this - something to keep myself empowered. I'm not going to let that asshole get away with intimidating me.
Take care,
Howard
