OK, so I come back to Arcata to visit for a couple days. Last night I want to hang out with friends I haven't seen since I left.
They're like, "let's go to the bar." I'm all like, "OK."
We get to the bar and see the freaky deaky girl I was fucking before I moved. As usual she was in a state of being near-blackout drunk. No big surprise.
But the guy she was with... let's just say it was a moment of truth. It was the weasel fuck who fucked my girlfriend when I was in Utah.
Suffice it to say he was scared shitless, and with good reason, as I had been dreaming about that moment for months.
In the end, I didn't knock his teeth in. I accepted it. It was really strange. I wanted to pummel him; I almost did, actually. But instead I smoked my cigarette, talked to him and only realized more what a slimy fuck he is.
It's a good thing he knew when to shut up. I was very close to posting my SG entries from Pelican Bay. Closer than I ever have been before.
They're like, "let's go to the bar." I'm all like, "OK."
We get to the bar and see the freaky deaky girl I was fucking before I moved. As usual she was in a state of being near-blackout drunk. No big surprise.
But the guy she was with... let's just say it was a moment of truth. It was the weasel fuck who fucked my girlfriend when I was in Utah.
Suffice it to say he was scared shitless, and with good reason, as I had been dreaming about that moment for months.
In the end, I didn't knock his teeth in. I accepted it. It was really strange. I wanted to pummel him; I almost did, actually. But instead I smoked my cigarette, talked to him and only realized more what a slimy fuck he is.
It's a good thing he knew when to shut up. I was very close to posting my SG entries from Pelican Bay. Closer than I ever have been before.