I am about to tell an awful story, but back in the 70's my Dad was in a car with a couple of his buddies, and the guy driving who I still know today was heading down some two lane hwy when a bald eagle lands on the road in the other lane to check out an animal carcass or something............in an instant Kenny swerves over and smokes the fucking bird! "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT YOU FUCKING IDIOT?!?!?"
They weren't too pleased, but when pressed for an explanation all he could offer up was "I don't know, it was a reaction!" I know right, what a defense.
Years later, late 80's, Kenny was on his way home in the early breakfast hours after a long night on New Year's Eve somewhere in Toronto, still hungover and groggy as fuck I'm sure when he smoked some East Indian man at a bus stop and killed him. Not funny! He went to jail for a couple of years, and apparently the man had stepped off the curb when he was hit, but I've often wondered how much of that was "just a reaction."