being too nice can be dangerous,really...

people may believe that i am very nice,but honestly,i can be a mean SOB,when provoked,because i learned a long time ago "on the road" that you need to really survive,and being too nice is actually very dangerous,because you can be an easy mark,and that can get you killed... i really,honestly,do not care a whit about anyone's opinion,like many people have said,"what is the difference between a "butt",and an opinion??? nothing,everyone has one"... while "on the road",i stayed away from people,traveled a great deal,but when i needed to be a "mean SOB",i became Mister Crazy... i acted like i was really crazy(actually talked to myself like someone who lost his marbles),and most people simply thought i was really crazy... i only did that a few times,when i felt like i needed to be safe,or there were times that i literally had to fight someone in the street to get someone's respect,like one time in Reno,when i flipped a real so-called "bad ass" onto a hood of a car during a fight,and then i refused to back down,as people separated us apart,or the time in Sacramento,when i literally fought a guy right in the middle of the street,and drivers had to stop their cars to stop the fight... that time,i received a severely swollen shut left eye,but i beat the snot out of the bum... i actually am smiling,when i remember that fight,because i simply refused to quit(i threw his beaten up bicycle into the middle of the street,and then i started to wail on him,with punches,and kicks)... back then,you did not mess with me,because i could be meaner than a cobra,and i did not really care if anyone liked me... i still have that attitude,because i still get crap from some people,and they think that it is funny to make fun of me... even now,some jerk started to give me that crap,recently,and i simply yelled back to him,"what the hell are you doing???"... he stopped,looked at me,and realized that i was not going to take that crap,and slinked away... back then,i got my butt beat many times,but give me a chance to fight,and i held my own more times than not,because i simply said then that it was me or them,and i refused to quit,before the other person did... before i end this,i must say that i deeply care about what my family,and dear friends think... their opinions mean a great deal to me... however,to those other people,i say,"who really cares what you think of me???" i do not give a hoot about what you think,period...