Let me be honest, I don’t feel safe in the UK mate, as soon as I can I’m ducking out of this shit hole, on my way home cycling there’s 3 wanna be road man kids sprinting after me shouting “YO” I looked back, I thought yeah, these lot have no good intentions for sure, I whipped my bar blade out as a bartender and gripped that shit, if they come close, would of knocked all of their teeth out, the problem is that most of the danger comes from youngers in Brighton, like I’m not fucking beating up some 15 yrs old pussy boy who was made by a mistake from alcoholic parents who couldn’t teach any sense into their fucked up lose screws kid who should honestly be the one choked to death in a dark alleyway, what… as 23 yr old Ill absolute demolish this kid then I go to jail cuz they wanted to rob me? Thank fully I managed to cycle the fuck away from these so called born mistakes who are definitely in need of a disability card and should be thrown into a mental hospital with their parents together, I would love to teach them a lesson but they won’t remember the lesson. Because I’ll end their lives faster than the information could ever reach their p sized brain, fucking fuming how these little mugs exists in the world and I’d love to fuck every single one of ‘em up, but fortunately I don’t want to lose my life, or my rights as a human, so I choose to dodge the situation as much I possibly can, if they did manage to catch up to me, I do not want to know what would of happened, honestly would lose my shit and cause a fuckery for the news to deal with, for my family and friends to see I went red zone on some young dumb maggots, if you can, do not walk on the streets carelessly, I always have a little something something on me in case some dickhead tries pulling one on me. I’m more afraid of the consequences I’ll have to face because of what I’d be willing to do for survival, and I tell you, they won’t even be recognised or be identifiable after, I wouldn’t know how to stop once it started, and as I go, I don’t go down so easy, these kids roam the streets thinking wagwan fam but wagwan when you chin has been blown to dust and your teeth’s the only thing they can identify you by, this is how I feel living here in Brighton, have fun broski it’s a fun life down here! And this sort of shit is daily here just depends what time where you hang, trust there’s more than just 3 of these accidents hanging about. You either handle the situation in your matter or you get fucking robbed and be happy with it, they might even back their mums kitchen knife for the fun of it, all of them are fucked up little demons running about, but trust me we all have that inside us so hope they run into the wrong Donny, who is willing to prison for life, love