ninja rockstar

on the red line this morning, some tall apres-construction dope got on at central with his milky blind eye giving off a distinct feline vibe from underneath his hoodie. he pushed past me into the train and said loudly, 'f***ing enough room in here, move over, jesus,' and wouldn't stop glaring at me.
not one to be intimidated by mr.grumpypants and his uneven stubble, i stared him down with a look that aptly communicated my thoughts:
"dude, if i weren't enjoying my iced dunkies as much as i am, i'd totally go all crouching tiger on your ass."
i think he understood perfectly and realized it was his lucky day. another conflict successfully avoided thanks to dunkin donuts.