Anthony and you went to a bar. You were obviously nervous, as it was your first time at one. Anthony was a bit of a specialist, he called it, but you preferred to say alcoholic as a small tease.

he hopped into the car with you, one hand on your thigh as he drive to the bar. He got a little angry because of the traffic in NYC, and by a little I mean very. He was screaming, honking, etc.

You watched as the drive in front flipped him off from his window. Anthony immediately started steaming. He gripped his arm, telling him to not interfere. He didn't listen.

"Watch your f*cking fingers unless you want them bit off! Get your sh*t together, f*cking c*nt!" He had a habit of swearing like a sailor when he was pissed.

He moved his head out the window and so did the other guy, both of them swearing back and forth. This wasn't a good public image for him AT ALL.