Part II.
After all of the initial "bs, I run my mouth bs, I run my mouth, all I know is running my mouth, mouth running"...
He goes in the store. I pull away, park about 50' away. He comes back out, yelling at his "girlfriend", throws her in the Dynasty, and GET READY FOR IT...
Beats the living daylights out of his own car. Punches windows out, kicks all panels, drops some 1980's WWF elbows on that fine Detroit metal. (Found out later he also punched his gf through the busted out window.)
He walked away for a while, other Pataskalians asked her if she was ok, her reply was, "oh yeah, he just gets like this."
He returned to threaten the people helping the girl.
I was on the line with the Pataskala PD the whole time. Car left like a bat out of Hell East bound, and was eventually stopped on Rt 40.
There is more to the story, but that's enough of the highlights.
Kind of torn right now. Pre-wife and pre-kids, and a whole-lotta-cockier ago, I would have responded entirely different. But, maybe I just saved a girl's life tonight. Maybe that couple will keep beating each other up every night until they overdose? My Dad was fucking amazed that I laughed and kept walking (he witnessed more than one time where I didn't).
Anyways...