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Paul Macintyre
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I was riding home from Tilden Park through Berkley early this morning. When came around a corner on
to Thousand Oaks I saw this guy slamming a cat into a stone wall. By the time what he was doing
registered he did it again. Without really thinking I stopped my bike and yelled - what the f*ck are
you doing. He dropped the cat and charges at me screaming. I'm blown away and not a little scared so
I pick up my bike and hold it between us and yell at him to back off. He keeps coming so I whack him
with the bike which backs him off some. At this point all I want to do is get away from him but I'm
afraid to turn my back or get on my bike. So I'm yelling at him and walking backwards down the hill
holding the bike between us. He keeps coming so I whack him with the bike again. Meanwhile all the
racket has woken the neighborhood and people are yelling at us to shut up and separate. I'm yelling
for them to call the police as I keep fending him off with the bike. Finally he stops coming at me
and I'm able to ride around the corner and call the cops on my cell. I gave the cops his description
but they weren't able to find him. I don't know what his deal was- angry, crazy or both. I don't
know what happened to the cat. As usual in retrospect I think of all the ways I could of handled
this better but I'm really glad to get away unscathed. This is possibly the most bizarre thing to
happen to me in the last ten years.
Paul
to Thousand Oaks I saw this guy slamming a cat into a stone wall. By the time what he was doing
registered he did it again. Without really thinking I stopped my bike and yelled - what the f*ck are
you doing. He dropped the cat and charges at me screaming. I'm blown away and not a little scared so
I pick up my bike and hold it between us and yell at him to back off. He keeps coming so I whack him
with the bike which backs him off some. At this point all I want to do is get away from him but I'm
afraid to turn my back or get on my bike. So I'm yelling at him and walking backwards down the hill
holding the bike between us. He keeps coming so I whack him with the bike again. Meanwhile all the
racket has woken the neighborhood and people are yelling at us to shut up and separate. I'm yelling
for them to call the police as I keep fending him off with the bike. Finally he stops coming at me
and I'm able to ride around the corner and call the cops on my cell. I gave the cops his description
but they weren't able to find him. I don't know what his deal was- angry, crazy or both. I don't
know what happened to the cat. As usual in retrospect I think of all the ways I could of handled
this better but I'm really glad to get away unscathed. This is possibly the most bizarre thing to
happen to me in the last ten years.
Paul