From the page: "Several years ago, I was driving in downtown Mishawaka, Indiana with my wife, sitting behind a car at a stoplight. The two passengers in the car started hassling a teenager who was walking on the sidewalk, because he held his arms wide and shouted, "you want a piece of me? You want a piece of me?!" Because he was glaring at those people so intently, he completely missed the lamppost until he ran face first into it." - Erik Deckers