In which I inadvertently scare the crap out of some punk ass bitch

While sitting in my kitchen yesterday evening cleaning my rifle I heard a loud thump against my living room window, much like the sound of a bird flying into a window. I went to investigate and found that some punk threw a tomato at the window of my apartment, my second floor apartment, with enough force to make me jump. Now, when I got up to check things out I just did so and carried with me whatever I had in my hand, so the little shit that threw the tomato just saw my 6'3" 290 pound frame silhouetted in the window holding a rifle & scope. Needless to say he ran like a little bitch and it wasn't until a couple of minutes later that I realized what he must have seen when he looked up.

Oopsie.