ham fisted theatrics

He looks how you imagine he would look. Old man. Cruel sneer. Would yell at someone else's four year old.

I pulled over, got out, and without saying a word, punched him in the temple.

I laid that old man out on the sidewalk then I spit in his eye.

"You didn't have to do that," said Summer. She was standing behind me the whole time. "It's almost April already."

"Shut up," I said, "and get in the car."