Youth man

Last night I had to put a young kid off the bus.
More and more each day, I get very concerned about the direction, the young men in our society are heading.....so much anger...blind anger.
What is the root cause I wonder.
For surely it is not just one thing...but a combination of.....
He got on with a young lady...who paid his fare as she got on, and pointed out that he was at the back of the crowd boarding the bus.
Of course...he was the very last one...and had to pause....perched on the step...one leg in...one leg out...and shouting at the top of his lungs for 'Shaniqua(...or some such!)...who is somewhere off in the distance behind us....'Com'on!...the bus is leaving....!'
Of course...where ever she was...she was being entertained by a throng of young boys ( they were out in droves at the transit center this evening...for some reason)...'Bus?...what bus?...what's you name again???'...ha-ha-ha!
That I think set him off.
Shaniqua was the real one he was interested in...not the one that paid the fare to get him a ride.
And so as he took his seat and I closed the door and drove off...he began to spew out his anger at the young lady who paid for him.
And such venom...awful venom!
She was being very apologetic...with a meek smile on her face throughout...and I could tell looking back in the mirror...that this is 'old hat' for her....because there was no sign of shameful discomfort for how he was behaving...or for how he was disrespecting her.
My brow furrowed...and my mind wrinkled thinking of this...and wondering...is he being enabled in this behavior?
Then he added insult to injury....and a lady sitting in the seat in front of his, turned to look at him as he uttered another vile expletive at the young lady that was his companion.
'What the F#%K you looking at B*^%H....!...mind your own F#%king business!'...and he struck the back o her seat with such force, it vibrated through the bus like a gunshot.The ladies head snapped back in place like it was on a mechanical spring hinge.
And he proceeded to now 'front' even more...he has an audience..... a stage...and most of the passengers are working class urbanites...they just want to get where the hell they are going...and away from his 'ghetto-ass' behavior.
Ok!...that's it!
He has touched a nerve now....My nerves!
So right there in at the intersection, I stopped the bus...flipped the emergence brake on...opened the door...and simultaneously released my seat belt, and rose from my seat.
Probably fire was spitting from my eyes...who knows...but this punk has got to go....one way or the other!
I guess her saw my intention as plain as day...because he was out of his seat, as I uttered...'Dude!.don't know what your problem is...but you got to go..now!'
He went slithering by me in a jiffy....his girlfriend in tow (pity that)...and then he paused at the door to shout back..."I'll get off the bus...but I bet you wont step off too!'
How juvenile!...Oh-No, wait?!...he is a juvenile!
It was like water off the ducks back to me...I went back to my seat.....with a inner sigh...good riddance!
As I turned the corner, he was standing there out in the middle of the intersection verbally wailing on his girlfriend, and she was just taking it...looking up at him like 'the second comming' was at hand (I guess she knows better?)............