Last night, I drove back to Maryland in a nor’easter. I ended up having to re-route my return due to accidents and weather. At 1:45am, I was driving through the small (hick) town of Hagerstown, Md. A red-lifted pick up truck began driving beside me, intentionally slowing down with me, thru 4 traffic lights. I realized I had not taken my .357 cal. desert eagle from under the passenger seat, during my last outing to the gun range.

At a traffic light stop, I intentionally let them see me remove the DE from its case, load it, chamber a round, and placed it in my lap. I never made eye contact, but I could feel them looking in my car. I drive a black lwb, s-class. At the 4th traffic light, they turned off left and disappeared. I immediately got back to route 70 east, and got home by 2:30am never exceeding the speed limit.

I guess last night was not my time...

Fu*k these cracker-ass, white racist, motherfu*kers. I'm neither afraid of, nor intimidated by these inbred basta*ds. Back in the 50's-60's Hagerstown, Md was a KNOWN KKK sundown bastion of hate and violence. Fuck 'em, this ain't 19... motherfu*ckin...50, and I ain't playing with these redneck motherfu*kers.

A business-suited, Black man, driving a nice whip through town at 1:45am, I guess was intriguing? Fu*k'em. Oh, and the street-sweeper (6+1) was in the trunk, because I knew the meeting I was attending late that day was in trump country.

I'll say it again, fu*k'em.