I was in a great fucking mood. And that seemed to collapse upon itself. Instead of coffee I am now drinking beer.

I went for another walk today. This time down to Willow Coffee House. Its my favorite coffee house in Cleveland. Its just over a mile away, an easy walk. It also helped that is a gorgeous day outside. Sunny, about 50 degrees outside. I took my sweater off and was walking in just jeans and t-shirt, cause it felt so nice.

I got to Willow and before I ordered I asked if they took credit (or debit really) but he said cash only, which I quasi remembered from being there before. I walked across the street to the bank and tried the atm there. It was out of cash so I tried the atm next door, which also failed to give me any cash. I was standing on the sidewalk using my phone to find the next nearest bank and saw three black (african american, sorry) men walking down the street. As they pass me one of them puts three fingers on my pants and tries to get in my front pants pocket.

When I turn around to face them they are already a few steps away, but the one who tried to get in my pocket turns around, puts his arms and say "What, what, what are you going to do about" and starts walking towards me. Now I'm not violent, nor am I really confrontational, and all of them were bigger than me, not by a lot, but enough. So I called him an asshole and told him to never fucking touch me again.

His friend comes up behind him and says they "oughta beat the shit out of me." And I told them to go ahead and try. The one who reached for my pocket said something about taking a swing at me, to which I called them all assholes and again said go ahead. At this point they are only a few feet away from me, the third guy is kind of far back and really isn't saying anything.

They then turned away and started walking away saying how lucky I was. I again called them all fucking assholes and told them to stay the fuck away from me. The first guys turned around and asked what I said, and I said "you heard me, you're all assholes." I stood and watched the walk away. So I walked back to my apartment. And as more time passes it still pisses me off. Its been about an hour or so and man it irks me. Fuck those guys.

Like I said. I'm not violent, I'm not even that confrontational. It takes a lot to get me upset, annoyed or pissed off. But this, this really really got to me. Hell I was in a great fucking mood. And now I'm not. Instead of coffee at Willow's I'm in my apartment having a beer. It's got me fired up and pissed off at the same time. So I'm going to sit on the couch, and read, and have a beer, and try to calm down a little.