To the shirtless punk who jumped out of his car at Maui Mall and tried to call out my nephew: Best check yourself, homie. Just because you took your shirt off and stuck your chest out, that doesn’t make you hard and certainly doesn’t mean we’re supposed to be scared of you. Maybe you can fight, but that doesn’t really mean anything in the long run. When you’re the aggressor, when you’re the one trying to start something and provoke a fight, you’re not a man–you’re just a punk and a chump. Straight up, and by the way my nephew wasn’t honking his horn at you, he was saying goodbye to his co-workers. Next time I suggest you think before you act, because you just might find yourself flat on your back.