Was on the subway coming home from work, just leaning against the door minding my own business. This very strong looking dude is going from car to car, and unfortunately decides to freak out in the car I am in. So, anyhow he spits a couple of times and starts talking to himself angrily, "I ain't gonna let that shit happen again. Just try it!" Then he comes over and gets in my face and doesn't even say anything. Just stares me down. I'm staring back for about 5 seconds, but his eyes freak me out. Looks like the eyes of a wild dog. I look away, he returns to pacing. Then 20 seconds later he gets back in my face. He points at me and the guy next to me, "Who did it? Which one of you spit in my face?" The guy next to me says he didn't, so then Mr. Psycho looks at me and says it must have been me. I'm trying to reason, "Nobody spit, man." He's like 6 inches from my face, and twice my size. I'm praying a stop comes soon cause this dude wants to kill me, and has me pinned against the door. Stop comes and I duck under his armpit and across the car and out the door right as it closes while he's yelling at me and trying to grab me. Now I'm home and am going to get high and take some pain meds.