That is a pretty cool story, Gimper. Let me tell you one of my own in exchange.
So there I was riding through some god-forgotten state where dogs bark with their asses (I think it was Ohio) in my Cadillac, right? And then there's this inbred kid with his fugly sister sitting in front of a PC that I could see through a window. And let me tell you, that effin' window was dirty as fuck.
So I get out of my ride and start cussing because the damn kid needs to know who's the boss, right? But then he came out of the house with some motherfucking military knife so I decided I was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel Air.