Last night, when I got to work, I noticed two Dindus loitering outside: a pale Quadroon with wilting afro, who was riding the handicapped cart up and down the sidewalk and quoting pill and weed prices to any stoner customers that came to shop, and his quiet, surly friend, a dark-skinned guy, all of 18, who simply stared at customers and staff. The night captain, who normally keeps a close eye on this type, was off. Only Steevo even noticed these guys checking out customers and immediately said something to me. In case of alien invasion, Zombie up-crawl, Dindu uprising or the Second Coming—which won't be a picnic for heathens like me—I have decided to enlist Steevo as a partner.

At 1:21, a chick who looks to be almost my age, but better preserved and shaped like Blaze Star, requested that I escort her to her car, noting that she was "freaked out" by the two Dindu sentinels. As is normally the case, she became invisible to these guys and they found something else to look at when I appeared. I apologized to her, congratulated her on not being a dumb bitch, made sure I looked at her tits at least three times and told her to feel free to ask any of the guys to walk her out—but that I recommend Steevo or myself.

As she pulled off I considered how far we have fallen as a people, the protective instinct of most men gone like smoke up a chimney and our women, children and elderly freely and openly stalked in public spaces by weaklings who my 80-year-old Uncle could kill with his bare hands.

I reported this to Larry and John in the morning, giving them the time of the occurrence at 1:21, which marks these guys as opportunistic boosters, most likely just selling "kicker" pills to drunks getting out of the bars. I do not think these two would strong arm our customers, but rather that the dark-skinned guy who the Quaylude Quadroon was using as defensive muscle, has also done some robbery work and simply had the habit of measuring people as prey.

But when the people that nature designed to overpower you start looking your way with a narrow gaze, caution is in order. Aggression is a broad spectrum condition that is understood by very few non-criminals and absolutely eludes most of the prey population and is intentionally obscured and denied by governments and media. This lady deserves some credit for being able to discern the workings on the outside of our media-imposed fish bowl despite the built-in distortions.

If you are a trained martial artist or fighter and you fail to look at the world like this, then, if aggression comes your way, you will be unlikely to experience a resolution satisfactory to your expectations.