We built this city.......we built this city on rock-n-roll..............

I almost got to fulfill my dream of uppercutting a punkass yesterday. I get home from the gym and am approaching my castle door when I hear someone on the other side. Well, punkass was bringing the thunder to open a simple entrance door. So, spidey-sense tingling, I take decisive action to prevent door-to-face collision. In a very cowboy-isque fashion, I yell out "whoa!" and did a little two step to a jingle in my head. I put my hand out to guide the door back as the punkass in question emerges. Now, yes, I am an intimidating s.o.b. so I could understand this bitch not wanting to make eye contact with me. However, he crossed the line when he walks past without so much of a word of acknowledgement. No, I wasn't looking for an apology but just the reck-in' that he could have, thru his "oblivious to the rest of the world ways", opened the door on a female or child and caused an injury. Nope, this bitch, just flip-flopped his way past, thus igniting my fire. No lie, he was about twenty pounds heavier than me with wider shoulders and maybe two inches of height but I can guarantee a hip toss to the pavement followed by a monkey-stomping would've set this punkass straight. I don't even know if he lives in my building or was just visiting. I went upstairs and looked out my balcony to the parking lot to see him go to his truck and then come back. Now the only reason I could think of for him to not acknowledge my presence was due to an incident that occurred when I moved in. It was a hot June day a couple weeks back. I knew better than to try to wear too much clothing so I forgoed the t-shirt that would've ended up chaffing me. Well, these dudes and a female came home while I was making a trip inside with a dolly of stuff. Well, mind you that I moved my shit in myself and was tired, sweaty and thirsty and in no mood to play games, as luck would have it, me and these bitches were going to the same entrance door and instead of being men and getting the fuck outta my way, they were pacing me towards the entrance like fags. I even went outta my way to take the long way towards the door and still connected with these fags (notice their definition changes with my mood). Finally, I let them go in b/c I knew we'd both be using the stairs. Not one of them even acknowledged my presence when I let them past. I've never seen three punkasses try so hard to avoid eye contact. But I understood why. I was the alpha male and they were probably waiting for me to pass comment on their female (5/10). So, I never saw the bitches again after that incident but have a feeling that this punkass from last night was probably with that group that day. If a half-nakid, sweaty, tattooed mexican american gets you shakin' in your flip-flops then I pity you............and your female................
On the flipside, I do think I need to complain to management that the entrance door is going to kill someone someday and they should insert a reinforced viewing window to prevent collisions. I've personally almost been taken out three times now by that door. Twice while bent over to check my snail mail inbox. Maybe I'll just get a saw-zaw and rip a hole in the door ;-)