Before The Second Thoughts

Today after the gym, i was walking home and had to cross the street.

It was a 4 way intersection with no light,

just a stop sign

and i went to cross the street and this guy in this red and white striped Camaro

came blazing up the street and almost hit me, before throwing on his brakes

 I looked at the car, then at him

and nodded my head and went across the street

but while i did that,

I had these really primal thoughts

I saw myself throwing my jug of water that I was carrying at his car

and then, i thought about jumpin on top of the hood of his car

and breaking in the windshield.

Then afterwards, I saw myself draggin him out the car by his hair 

(he was one of those Arabic guys who think they are really fly and have shaggy and unkempt hair)

and driving his face into the concrete road. 

His nose was bloody in my head and I laughed at him trying to clean it with my hand still twisted, gripping his hair.

And then I blinked, or something, and kept on my way.

But after I snapped back, I felt bad.

Is this who I really am before the second thoughts?

Probably not, probably not at all,

But I don't want those thoughts.

Later Days, Longer Nights