Apparently a friend of mine's a grade B douchebag. Usually good natured and a cam lover (he loves taking pictures of himself flexing his muscles, or working, or anything at all), he takes even the slightest trace of confrontation or criticism as an insult, picks fights with anybody and sometimes even bullies folks. Even my boss is frustrated with him.
That doesn't mean he isn't a nice guy, though; often when he's in a good mood he'll try flattering my boss just to keep his job, or when he's with friends he'd converse like a good fella and offer them snacks. Turns out he's an awesome guy when you're on his good side.
For instance, just today he picked a fight with a girl who refused to pay for her internet time. At the time he considered himself a loyal, noble employee, a hero who was doing something right. But for the bystanders, and the girl herself, they took him for another one of those douchebags. If anyone asked him to knock it off, from the looks of it, he'd break their faces. But when I asked him, "Take a step back; I'll handle this," he hesitated, but obliged.
Later when I explained the situation to him, he apologized (sort of), albeit still angry, and thanked me for stepping in (obviously, I saved his name from getting tainted).
Sure, wrath sometimes does horrible things, but it's nice to know that even gangsta-guys would do anything for the sake of what's good. When their rage sharpens like a blade, friendship becomes their sheath; and once that's that, they use all their will to be as awesome and fun guys you'd ever know (personally, I find his jokes hilarious!)
