He stood at the door and sized up the height of the doorway. I took in All of his body in one sweeping look. All 6'5" of him reeked of all kinds and shade of trouble. Any of which I had no plans to be part of. His biceps and firm chest, a testimony to well chiseled muscles from hours and months of dumbbells and whatever they pump in those gyms. He peered through my eyes... All the way to the back of my neck. My neck tingled. I clenched my fist and tried to remember what killer punch to use and where to land it... If he made any unfriendly move. I knew that it was the only chance I had. A combined punch and kick to to his groin... (as in blockus) was all I needed to drop him to his knees... and while he is too shocked to retaliate... I will let my knee connect with his lower jaw and lie him in state. And just in case none of those combination worked at first impact... I planned to disappear into Atlanta for more than 30 days... #MissingInAtlanta would have been the next movie. But alas!!! He extended his hand for a handshake... well it looked like a hand. #olowogboro!... "Bros, my name is @robertopeters... I shot #30DaysInAtlanta"... shot, beat, strangled, killed... #30DaysInAtlanta if you like. I was just too happy to know he was a friendly giant. Happy birthday my guy.