sub-consciously because the last time I had seen the girl, she was in front of the passenger side of the car. I was not thinking about her at all in the moment that I accelerated, but I somehow pulled the wheel to the left. I don't know if it was necessary or by how much we missed her. She was not my concern at all. I was just trying to get my kids away from they guy who was trying to get at them.

And I was the one who said we should stay and get custard there. It wasn't about the custard. I was still seething and wanted an altercation. I wanted an excuse to do to him what I wanted to do to him. Of course I didn't tell my wife that, but in retrospect, that's why I stayed. I wasn't thinking rationally.