I was walking into a HMV (music/dvd store) downtown vancouver.
picture this: I'm brown... (indian decent, 182 lbs 5'8" on a good hair day)
This skinny white dude (hip hop ball cap) (170lb, 6 feet tall) is on his way out....
we are basically passing each other with in the same door way.
he looks right at me and says "whaaaat's up niggaaaaah?" while hes right in my face.
In disbelief I say "excuse me? what did just you say??? "
he gets all tough and comes at me! as is challenging me! and before he can get out whatever other f words he was about to use next.. or hit me.
I defensively straight front kicked him right square in the middle of his chest... he goes flying backwards (3-4 feet) right into the doors.
now he's sucking wind and half on his ass he gets up and asks me if I want to fight...?? moves at me again...
(the securit guards are there and are getting in between us)
so I did it again. kicking him in the same place. same result. hes on his ass again.
now he's reeling in pain and I'm completely somebody else. (adrenaline throught the roof)
now hes thinking twice. but hes backing out as the f words are still flying out of his mouth. So I tell him I will meet him on the sidewalk. and he better watch his mouth. He bolts up the street and is gone.
I dont know what happened. it was crazy. the whole fight or flight thing. I just reacted like he was physically attacking me.
I'm coming down off the adrenaline (head is pounding like a bad hangover) and my hamstring is going to be sore tomorrow.