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So last night at the house I almost had my first fight in almost 7 years. And it wasn't even with that kid who I've been complaining about in my journal for weeks and weeks. It was some new kid who I only just met on Friday night for the first time. Here's the story for anyone who cares and keep in mind that all the quotes might not be completely accurate since I was drunk when it happened.

I got some text messages from my ex gf last night when I was at the house on the front porch, so I stayed out there until I was done messaging her. This kid comes outside to walk to his car and as he's walking by me he says "Tell your mom to settle down," like basically saying that my mom was texting me trying to find out where I was cuz it was late. So I told him something like "it's my ex gf asshole, mind your fucking business" and then he's like "dude, i was just joking settle down" and kept walking away. So I figured that was the end of it.

About 10-15 minutes later I was out back this time still texting my ex and he opens the sliding glass door and pokes his head outside and explains himself again. So I said to him "Listen, I'm sorry. I'm going through a lot of things right now. I took what you said the wrong way. I apologize." And then he went back inside. I figured it was now definitely over.

3 SECONDS later I hear him inside yelling to my friends about me and talking a whole lot of shit. So I got up off my chair, opened the sliding glass door and I said "dude, what do you want from me? I just apologized to you outside and you're still talking about me now. what do you want from me?" This led to a few verbal things back and forth with my best friend telling both of us to shut up and settle down. But then the kid said to me "You better shut up and close that door and go back outside or i'm gonna come over there and punch you in the face."

Now that's basically one of the worst possible things you can say to me. When you say you're gonna do something...you better fucking do it. So I stood there and kept talking. And then he walked over to me and closed the door in my face. After talking all of that shit about what he was gonna do to me, he did the punk thing and closed the door in my face. So that's when I said fuck this bullshit and I got in my car and drove home even though I had just finished my 2nd 40 ounce bottle of malt liquor.

I called my friend when I got home and was screaming because I'm sick and tired of bullshit like this. He told me to calm down and go to bed and that he loved me and that we'd talk tomorrow. I still haven't called him back yet.

So was I wrong for what I did? I mean I took the entire blame for it at first and the kid still wasn't happy. I don't think I'm gonna drink and/or go hang out at that house for a really long time.