Driving back home from the strip club this breh in a 1996 Buick Regal cut me off and started driving slow AF in front of me. Hella black smoke was coming out of his exhaust and he was playing Whitney Houston loud AF singing along. Pissed off and gone off that coke I decided to follow this MF. I cruised so I wouldn't show any signs of agitation or road rage to anyone else on the road. I think breh got suspicious for a couple of blocks so he ended up pulling into the driveway of a trap house. He turned that Whitney Houston off and looked shook. I parked across the street by a fire hydrant and grabbed my machete that was sitting on the backseat. Breh knew something was up. Next thing you know he jumps out of his car with a bottle of smart water and a fanny pack with rainbow and sunflower designs on it. He's so consumed with looking at something on his phone he doesn't even notice me walk across the street I creep up and look through the passenger's side of his car to see if anyone else was there. I noticed hella empty soda bottles, candy wrappers, and empty take-out boxes on the floor of his car. Breh also had cigarette burns all over his car seats Breh finally notices me looking in his car and asks "whats going on?" Breh was Mexican but looked Filipino. He kinda looked like Lou Diamond Phillips I hid the machete behind my back, stood up straight, and walked towards him As I took two final steps towards him, he took one step back and almost tripped over his own feet. I just stared at him without a single emotion on my face. I've seen this breh before. He works at Walgreens as a cashier. He's looking at me with a nervous smile wondering what's behind my back. I say nothing as my grip tightens around the gold handle of my machete. Just as I'm about to strike him down, the light comes on at an adjacent house. I can feel someone looking at us out the window. Damn. If I go through with this again, I'll have to take care of the witnesses too and their loud-ass MF barking dog. I determined shyt was too hot so I just turned around, got in my car, and sped off while he stood there looking dumb, holding his fanny pack. Lucky for him, his guardian angels were looking after him that night. Unlucky for him, I took pictures of his license plate.