He was staring at me in that way that has a tendency to make one feel uncomfortable.
The streetcar was crowded in the way that 2 o’clock in the afternoon is, and there was nothing between us but the empty Isle.
“You have a problem, friend?” I asked quietly.
“I’m not your friend.” He snapped and stood pointing his finger at me… He was bigger than I figured. 6’2″, 200 pounds. “You want me to kick your ass?”
“Be careful what you wish for.” I answered and continued. ” I jump over guys like you to get to a fight.”
And that’s when the trouble began.