I don't know why people want to fight me when I go to a bar. A drunk ass hole got knocked into me by some other guy he was fighting with when I was trying to play pool. He appologised and went back to his agrument. About 30 minutes later he came up and shook my hand. Then he wouldn't let my hand go and kept saying that he could whoop my ass, which I do have to say it would have been a good fight. The problem was that he was saying a bunch of other shit too, but the music was so loud I couldn't understand what he was saying. Finaly his girlfriend came over and took him away, and a few minutes later the owner got the cops in there and they told him he either had to go home or go to jail.
The night before I got a knife pulled on me. What the fuck is going on.
The night before I got a knife pulled on me. What the fuck is going on.
ondyne:
well, they say bad luck comes in 3s. I usually stay inside when it happenes to me. So far it's worked *knocks on wood*
trills:
Asshole drunks 