“Give me a beer,” Korstyshevsky said.
“Okay,” the guy said, and gave him one.
But that was not enough.
“No, give me all of them,” Korstyshevsky said.
Then, of course, the guy was like, “No,” whereupon Korstyshevsky whacked him with a belt and buckle, swiped the six-pack and drove away in his white Infiniti.
It didn’t take police to long to find him: The white Infiniti was a dead giveaway, of course, as was the fact that Korstyshevsky was putting his belt back on by the side of the road, and it was only a few blocks away. Plus, a lone bottle of Heineken sat perched on his trunk. Cops say he “flailed his arms and tightened his body” in an attempt to avoid being taken into custody. Now that is a slice of life.