I swear on everything this story is 100% true.
So me and my buddy were driving home during the day from skim boarding at dash point park and we saw this Mexican dude wearing straight hood clothes walking on the side of the road. I thought it'd be a perfect situation to yell at him so I leaned out the window and yelled "Hey faggot!" to him as we drove by.
Me and my buddy laughed and what not and went back to driving and talking about whatever. Then about 5 minutes later we're sitting at a red light at this intersection and all the sudden out of my peripherals I see two hands slam down on my door to the right of me and I hear “Who’s the faggot now?”. I about shit my pants when I turned to look and saw the Mexican guy we yelled at mugging the shit out of me with his face and neck tatted up with gang shit. Anyways to make a long story short I’m of course scared shitless and I go on denying that I yelled at him trying not to get stabbed/raped and finally the red light turns to green.
Now instead of my buddy flooring and getting the fuck out of there, he slowly creeps forward and the Mexican guy reaches into the car and slaps me tough across the face. We continue to drive for about 5 minutes, both of us are completely in denial of what just happened, and my buddy breaks the silence with “What the fuck just happened…” looking back now it’s hilarious but at the time I definitely was in need of a new pair of boxers when I finally got home.
