I was waiting outside on the porch for my dad to pick me up to go to work when this black guy walking by was looking at me and then asked me if I had a lighter. I was in the midst of drinking water so I shook my head “no”. He then responded with “this fat nigga probably yada yada nada nada” I honesty forgot what he said after that cuz my mind just blacked out and I was mouthing him off(i do recall flipping him off at first). It wasn’t until I called him a junkie when he stopped walking away and he reached in his pants for what I could only assume could be a knife and he was walking towards my porch and my natural instincts was to go immediately in my house(I know bitch move) and then he tried to act all nice about it once I was in the house(you know I got love for you or some faggot shit like that) then I told him to go fuck himself and I slammed the door(which my mom was mad about). So anyways this event sort of traumatized me and now I ordered a cheap pocket knife off amazon in case I run into this blatant nigger again. What do you guys think? Was I justified in going in the house or should i have walked towards him to try to fight him? Keep in mind, I had no actual weapons on me(keys wouldn’t do much) and I was about to go to work, so I wasn’t in the mood to fight no worthless nigger, especially since I already have to be wrangling carts out in the heat for 5 fucking hours straight.
