I knew a guy like this, a knuckle dragger who grew up in Greenpoint. He was one of the biggest redneck assholes I've ever met in my life. He probably would have beaten the shit out of me had I not a couple friends there who were just as big. He used to grab women's legs beneath bars as a way of making it known that he wanted to fuck them. I once overheard a conversation between he and a woman that went something like this:
Ape: "What's the matta with me? Don't you wanna come home with me?" or something stupid.
Girl: "You're really insecure. That's pretty much it."
Ape: ME?! INSECURE? I'M NOT INSECURE. NOT ME.
He didn't understand that the manly pantomime that he put on for the world was a shallow husk of insecurity. There was actually no internal voice inside of him to even question that the way he was being made him look like a clown to everybody around him. Eventually he was banned from the bar for setting a long-haired man's hair on fire as the poor guy was reading the paper. Ape had been going there since he was a kid, but apparently he was so secure in his ways that seeing a man reading the New York Times made him turn into a flesh burning arsonist.