Hero?

This morning I was out in old town and I saw a group of thugs wearing confederate flags hasseling two young women-- sex and the city types who probably even watch lipstick jungle-- and I got really scared after what happened yesterday. Everyone was running away and scared to do anything.

Then this guy comes up. He had a buzz and stuff and a marine tattoo so I think he'd been a marine. He walked right past me is how I know. He had a gun. He stormed up there.

"Hey you fuckers. What the hell you think you're doing. You thin you're gonna save Virginia by acting this way. Really? These are our people, from our Commonwealth and you going to try to treat them like that. Now, you want to fight a fellow Virgnian, fight me, or else scram."

One of the men said.

"Just who the fuck are you to tell us what to do?"

A squirelly little guy with a beard and a fakeskin cowboy hat ran up behind him. "Hero, that's who!" he said, looking at the other guy with ride. "Yeah and before you even go and fucking ask, yes the Hero."

"Well, fuck that, ain't nobody tell me what to do," the guy said and turned back towards the two women frozen at their BMW.

Hero walked up behind the guy and reached down and grabbed his feet out from under him. The guy's face hit the hood of the car and he fell. His friends started to run off.

"That's what you get for fucking with hero you stupids. You as bad as them shadow worshiping DC's."

"Shut up about the Shadow, Jebediah," Hero said and then turned to the ladies, apologized and left.

Maybe there is hope.