Maayn, if I was in my mid thirties on a bike at a taco truck at night and some foo come up to me and rob my 20 dollars worth of tacos.. shieet. Me or the robber just might have to die that night freal, cuz that 20 dollars worth of tacos prolly meant a lot to homeboy, trynna get his grub on and shit after being treated like a punk at his job for 12 hours going home to a family that don't respect him cuz they live in a studio apt and they using the speakers from loud ass music as air conditioning. And then, his daughter's crying all the time cuz she sick and can't get no treatment, her bullshit insurance the reason and he just got notice that he bout to get evicted from the piece of shit apartment anyway.. ah hell nah, on top of all that, lose 20 dollars in tacos!!! and a punch in the face?! nah fuck that, somebody finna die if that was me... but that aint me, and none of those above problems apply to me, but dayum.. if it was shieeet