So I was in New York City all pumped to go see Portishead at the Hammerstein Ballroom in the Manhattan Center. I was still healing from my wisdom teeth extraction on the right side of my mouth but that wasn't going to get in the way of the show.
I got there a bit early and had about an hour to kill. So I walked down 8th Avenue looking for things to do to kill time. I ended up finding a Muji and basically stayed there for about 45 minutes.
On my walk back, just around the corner from the Manhattan Center I feel this light impact on my chest. I looked to my right and this hunched over on purpose 20 something, probably crazy, skinny thug with a backpack just looked at me. He just gave me a lazy chest clothesline, for real.
This rage welled up inside of me and I started staring him down and growling. My initial instinct was to grab his backpack and slam him on the ground. I was also contemplating slamming his head into a store window.
But a couple of things stopped me.
1] It would've looked like an unprovoked attack.
2] I was just around the corner from the show that I paid a good amount of money for.
3] If I got into any police trouble for beating this thing down, I'd miss my show.
4] If I took a blow to the right side of my face where I just got teeth removed, I'd go down.
I determined it was not worth it so I kept walking behind him and staring him down. He grabbed some hipster that was crossing the street about a minute later. This prompted a WTF? from the hipster.
So that thing must've been crazy. Crazy or not, if I didn't have to go to that show. I would've beaten that thing down.
That's my Crapenstance on the way to Portishead.