So yesterday I was quitly surfing with my pack of friends and a newbie comes over that has no business being around us. he sucks. And i mean cant get barrelled, no airs, nothing. So he starts running into my line and I come close to knocking his teeth out of his mouth but I chill out because I know what would happen. i would be in the papers, bosses find out, they are unhappy. blah blah. Working in the type of job (brokerage, investments, stocks) I cant get in that type of trouble like i always did back in the day. So, I have to leave my spot to leave room for this kookster to mess things up. Same things happen when I go down south. They have no clue whats going on and cant keep up with us. I guess its best to laugh at them in amusement. One even came up to my 2015 black range rover hse 3.0-liter supercharged V6; 4WD, eight-speed automatic 340 hp @ 6,500 rpm, 332 lb-ft @ 3,500 rpm to try to speak to me. kook land down there.