Yes, some random dude trying to look like a 50′s rocker with a black tshirt and shorts down to just below his knees actually did this, UNPROVOKED:
1) Brandished a pocket knife from in the middle of the street pointing it at me walking aggressively towards me.
2) Came right to my window holding the knife up at my face like he was a bizarre version of the Statue of Liberty.
3) Disappeared below my view from my window and the bushes started violently thrashing about and I heard his sounds of grunting and cutting sounds and sounds of cable being ripped apart.
And yet, now that I think about it. I would love nothing more than to sit down with him and find out who he is and get to know the beauty that is inside of him that I can see, but that he is refusing to admit is there.
