I had the leader of a bikers gang come between me and my soon to be ex-wife in a dramatic way. Needlessly kicking my car, trying to pull the drivers window out, and punching me in the face as l was leaving, costing me money and weeks of pain.

Fast forward a year and I could not go into a bar because the idiot and gang was there and I decided I was fed up with him negatively affecting my life. So I drove to his property and sliced a tire on his pickup. When kids started yelling at me from a second story balcony, I freaked.

So I hopped into my truck which picked that exact moment to do it's periodical loss of power thingy and so the race off his property and out of neighborhood was a nerve racking 5 to 10 miles a hour top speed. This of course left me a little obvious for cops racing to the scene of the crime or a biker gang looking to kick my ass. Fear left my ass puckered so tight at the time you could not get a needle up it with a jack hammer. t seemed like forever to get to safety.

Fast forward six months after my best friend ran his mouth all over town about me doing it, I turn around and there stood the mountain himself and I was counting the minutes I still had to live as he pulled out a knife.

He, it seems was merely being neighborly and gave me the knife back I left sticking in his tire and walked away. I am guessing my ex wife stuck around long enough he had a clue she filled him up with lies about me. And revealed what a alcoholic nightmare she was.