Yes.
Old school tough guy, too. Not one of these that cries when Ol' Yellar gets shot by his master, but the kind that will wreck his vehicle to catch up with a guy that cut him off a mile back.
I hate mayonaisse.
I fear no man, or no force of men. I do not fear death, being murdered, stabbed, shot, or beaten. I do not fear the lash, nor rebukes, nor petty insults. I fear no bird or beast. I do not fear God's wrath, the return of the Son, the emergence of the Holy Ghost, and all that speculative bs that fills Revelations' pages.
As for things I don't understand, a crack the owner's manual, look it up on the ol' Internet, or I ask a simple freakin' question.