It's been a couple years since this has happened, and I know nobody got me on camera, otherwise something bad would have happened already. One day, I woke up in the absolute gutter. I was going to be a fucking menace that day, to myself or someone else. I decide I'm going to go grab beer, pizza and drugs, and hop in the car. I'm just bawling my eyes out the entire time driving down the road, until I pass by this rally of people standing on a bridge hanging a "freedom" flag, and a few people in Nazi shirts.
Pull over, throw a bunch of moldy coffee on them, scream at them and start to drive off. One of the guys in the actual nazi shirts tries to chase me down, but I threw the car in reverse and came like a couple feet from giving the red paintjob on my car a touchup, and sped off. The last thing that guy would have seen is a huge bumper sticker that says "Move. I'm gay." This all happens in the course of about 10 seconds. Grabbed my pizza, beer and drugs in about 15 minutes, drove by again and saw that they had left, but there was still a "freedom" flag. I took the flag and brought it home.
Fucking losers. That was a terrifying day from everything I did in peak psychosis/mania, but a great memory nonetheless. The only thing I don't regret doing that day.