warreng, I can totally empathize with your anger at the punk wanker sorry excuses for existence.

i have had occasional run-ins such as yours and it makes me furious. in think what makes me so furious about it is the idea of people disrespecting you gratuitously, for no damn reason, and, in fact, in order to look cool.

yet, in these cases, my experience has been, when someone or some group has disrespected me, and I go after him/them, either physically or with harsh words, I feel like shite afterward.

about two years ago, three punks at a bus-stop starting giving me shitt; i for my part was a little tanked so i proceded without thinking twice to bust their chops and put them in their place. then, we're on the bus, and as they got off, one of the little pieces of trash slapped my head from behind; I told the bus driver to stop, got off the bus, chased them down, and found them; i tackled the king punk fag and was on top of him; but once there, fukking him up just didn't come to me; i could have smashed his face in but the desire just wasn't there; his punk friends were hitting on my head; then it ended. What good did it do me? to this day occasionally i feel an ache around my right temple, where they were bashing me. . . . Afterward, I would occasionally see one of the three punks in the neighborhood; among all the other thoughts that came to me one indeed was to fukk him up real hard. yet, i was concerned that then he'd go to the cops; i'm twice his age; then i'd be fukked, and, also, again, in the few street fights i've had even if i "win" i haven't felt that good about it.

anyways, man, be cool. Think of Bruce Lee; he avoided fights with punk wankers.