He laughed in my face. At least, that’s what his I-am-superior grin suggested. With his thick black beard only emphasizing the upward motion of the corners of his mouth.
So I punched him. Right in his face. His bearded, smirking face.
“What the fuck man?” He screamed, cradling his now-bleeding nose.
“You what the fuck, man.” I said, calmly raising my fist again. “No reason to be so uppity with me. I just asked a simple question.” My fist came down hard across his cheek.
“Goddamn, get off me!”
“Oh, I’ll get off you.” It was my turn to smile.