Damn it feels good to be a gangsta

So I saw something extremely disturbing the other morning out by the lake. I was driving along when I noticed a dead deer lying out in the middle of a field. The deer had been dead awhile because it was puffed up and his little legs were sticking straight up in the air. This is a common occurrence so no big deal.

What was a big deal was the guy standing out in the field next to the deer. Screaming at it.

Yeah. The guy was yelling at the deer, pointing his finger at it, giving it the what for. Then he'd walk a few feet away in exasperation, throw his hands up in the air, only to come back and start screaming at it again.

I couldn't process what was happening. This is why my dumb ass doesn't have pictures to show you. However, even if I'd have thought to take pictures, the crazy guy was a little too close for comfort for me stop and screw with him. I mean let's face it - it was pretty clear what he was capable of.

As I continued past, watching him in the rear-view, the man went into a rage and began to kick the deer. Over and over and over.

I couldn't understand what I was seeing. There didn't seem to be any line of reasoning that could plausibly lead to this scenario. Yet here we were.

The picture that kept popping up in my head throughout the day was the nerds kicking the shit out of the printer on the movie Office Space. I have felt genuine rage toward a printer so I get it. For whatever reason, that deer was the equivalent of that poor, innocent printer in this guy's mind.

OK. So there are not innocent printers, but you get what I'm saying.

Why do you think this guy was so pissed at the deer? I'd love to hear your theories on this!