Those r the kind of people who my old club crew n' I would always have run-ins with. From my experience these cats ALLways ran solo, no crew, which made it easy to stomp their asses when they started acting a fool. LOL. Nothing got me more aggro'd when a douche like that would run into my shoulder and count coup with me Native-American style, when he got jealous the girl he wanted went to me or one of my boys. I'd be like...ahhh hellll no, and it'd be on.