Let's be clear

Let's be clear: I hate japan and I hate the japanese. Now, of course this is very strong language, but I feel that in this situation it is appropriate. So tonight I went drinking, not a normal night for it, but some friends have some friends visiting and I thought why not. I didn't even get that drunk. However, on the way home I realized that I forgot my bag at the bar so I walk back to get it. Only, when I get to the bar all the lights are on and my bag is nowhere to be seen, which is kind of a big deal since it has a $250 mini disc player in it. Needless to say I am very upset. I leave down stairs and it a fit of rage kick the downstairs door, DOING NO DAMAGE. The bar owner, however, being a fucking gay psycho decides to make an issue out of this. He runs down the stairs and gets up in my face. "Japanese, JAPANESE!!!" he says. "I don't understand (wakaranai)" I say, along with apologies for kicking his door. Motherfucker grabs me by the collar and yanks me around at which point I feel that he has crossed the line and I get up in his face. The fucking goddamn queer ass mother fucker runs and grabs a fucking bottle and breaks it and comes running at me. I flee of course but I am not a fast runner, and he catches me. So I say "alright, do what you gotta do, but you better do a lot because I am coming for your fucking ass." Now then I haven't ever had to stare someone with a weapon down before, and I can tell you I don't want to do it again. I can tell you however, if I ever see that guy again I am going to fucking beat his ass through the floor. Now it may be wrong of me to hate all japanese for this one bastard but my mind isn't functioning quite right right now, after all, I did just escape from as goddamn psycho motherfucker who will someday feel the business end of a baseball bat to the face.