He got out of his car to inspect, and the person behind him yelled out of his window, "Hey, wha'choo be backin' into my car fo?"
He told us he looked around at the sea of faces that were gathering on the street, and immediately got back in his car and sped off.
There is no way I'd get out of my car if it was surrounded by a gang of yutes. I carry a gun, but I think a machine gun would be necessary when confronted with a feral gang. Best to stay out of da hood altogether.