Tired from working for the past 8 hours, I begin my ride home on a beater that I threw together while my new paint job is curing. The beater has pink wrap so I expect a few yells from the drunk college students that roam from one depressingly crowded bar to the next-- nothing new, right?

As I get to the first intersection I realize that I'm going to have to trackstand while an entire crowd of drunk fraternity types pass by (the light was still red). One of the ****ers stops and stares for just a second before waddling up to my face; getting as close as he can. I can smell the cheap vodka and bad cologne as he claps his hands an inch from my nose in an attempt to simultaneously make me lose balance, my tempter, and prove the massive size of his cock.

I sat there so dumb struck, staring him down from where I still held my balance, tempted more than ever to just spit right into that **** eating grin-- the crowd moved on and his attention quickly wandered to some barely clothed woman shivering from the cold. I've never been so enraged that I just froze-- his action defied any normal confrontation I have ever experienced.

Downtown Blacksburg can be a real **** show some weekends.