I remember being about 17 or so and having some wimpy gay guy start to follow me through the park. I took off only to have him see me as he was driving away, turn around and wait outside 7-11 for me. He knew I was avoiding him, but kept following. I said something to the 7-11 clerk who started laughing at me and asked me why in the world was I scared of the little jerk. I had no answer. I walked out, walked up to the guy and asked him why he was following me. He looked indigent, told me to quote "get off your high horse" and drove off. To this day I have no idea why he was following me or why I was so scared of him, but if he had caught up on me in the woods, I probably would have panicked and kicked the snot out of him. There was no way in the world he could have handled what I would have dished out on him. That said, I still feel that the jury decided right considering the law. Just a screwed up situation.