Yung reached into the backseat and grabbed a golf club. He opened the driver’s door and jumped out, slamming the door shut behind him. His eyes were zeroed in on the muscle bound meat-head pushing the shopping cart. Old boy was whistling Dixie like he didn’t have a care in the world, looking around for his vehicle. Once he found it, he pulled out his car keys and unlocked it, with a push of a button on the small remote control. The locks unlocked on a blue 2014 Chevrolet Suburban. “Aye, you, you buff neck faggot!” Yung pointed at the buff man with his golf club. The dude’s eyebrows rose and he pointed to his chest with his thumb like, You talking to me? “Yeah, you, you piece of s**t! You f****d my wife up the ass, didn’t ya?”
“What? What are you talking about? Dude, I’m gay.” the muscular
