Some years ago I would touch people. Like, reach out an index finger, and touch their shoulder, or arm
Some times I touched their things
They are remarkably confused by this
Glad it wasn't me man. I might reflexitively have bitten off one of your fingers, or broke your nose or something.
I'm not an idiot, I would be very, very aware of who I touched my finger on
There's a lot of people I would never provoke
Twice I've been the 1st dude to bail, after my moron aquaintances have managed to provoke someone capable of kicking all their asses. I'm not getting involved
One time was a party, they had JUST managed to puff up my half a gram of weed without even sharing back at me, too busy licking up to each others w socialism and art talk. Obviously, I was hating everyone.
Suddenly the party is paused by this bald, bulky Hells Angels dude, with a baseball bat in his hand. He tells us party is over.
I am up, and out, there and then, "Yessir, if you say so!" like a wind! Even smiling!
Such a delicious little thing to land on this dreadful little party...
But yeah
Behind me, as I woosh out the door, I can hear them "What right do you have, to barge in here and - !"
ONE other guy left right behind me, also considering himself in no mood to get all ideological with the Hells Angels...