Never approach a bull from the front, a horse from the rear or Al Sharpton from any direction.
Al & Co. are a waste of time.
Me an Al are the same age (unfortunately). He was charging out of the courthouse in lower Manhattan one day, and by chance he and I bumped bellies. (He was much larger then, with conked hair and all.)
I immediately took advantage, and got in his face about Twanna Baloney. It turned into a nose to nose, trade spit bark fest.
I’m proud of myself. I never backed up, I never backed down. Here was a man I genuinely disliked. Even though he had celebrity status and I was just a pig farmer from the backwash of PA, ever epithet I ever wanted to use on the guy, I used. With some to spare.
And of course, he responded in kind. Lots of fun for me.
All of sudden, he starts this: “Hole me back, oh Lord HOLE ME BACK, I’m GONNA DO SOMETHIN.”
And all of a sudden there were about 2 dozen of his group pulling him away, pulling me away, wrapping arms around us and pulling us in opposite directions. (No one hurt me, or did anything other than pull us apart.)
I doubt Al baby even remembers it, he’s had so many nose to nose shouts like that.
But for ME, its a day I will take to my grave with a smile.