The Rise and Fall of a Coffeehouse Rock Star God
Wannabe Gangsta vs an Army of ME, Part II
......I reached behind the bar and grabbed the "just in case" baseball bat and a little key-ring sized can of pepper spray. As I stepped outside, they surrounded me. My friends in the coffee shop crowded the door. We glared at each for a good 30 seconds. "What the fuck..." I said, bat resting against my shoulder. "Yo. You minority, cuz?" said the biggest one. To this day, I have no idea what that meant. I cleverly responded with "I'm your worst nightmare, bitch!" As they came towards me, I raised my bat and let out the the scariest gutteral roar that I could summon. I watched in amazement as their eyes widened and they turned to run. Confident that I had plenty of back-up from those in the coffee shop, I chased them down the block, laughing wickedly all the way. Satisfied that they were not coming back, I turned to thank my friends for backing me......but I was alone. I stomped back to the shop to find them with their noses still pushed up against the window. I stalked back behind the bar. "Where the hell were you guys?!!" I demanded to utter silence. Finally, I was approached by Fin, the biggest burliest old-school punk rocker I've ever met. He was renowned for his brawling. He Put his hand on my shoulder and said " Man...That's the wildest thing I've ever seen any goth do. They were terrified!" My anger dissipated, as I imagined how the scene must've appeared. It was like Edward Scissorhands meets the Terminator. I would've run too.....and it makes for one hell of a drinking story.
Wannabe Gangsta vs an Army of ME, Part II
......I reached behind the bar and grabbed the "just in case" baseball bat and a little key-ring sized can of pepper spray. As I stepped outside, they surrounded me. My friends in the coffee shop crowded the door. We glared at each for a good 30 seconds. "What the fuck..." I said, bat resting against my shoulder. "Yo. You minority, cuz?" said the biggest one. To this day, I have no idea what that meant. I cleverly responded with "I'm your worst nightmare, bitch!" As they came towards me, I raised my bat and let out the the scariest gutteral roar that I could summon. I watched in amazement as their eyes widened and they turned to run. Confident that I had plenty of back-up from those in the coffee shop, I chased them down the block, laughing wickedly all the way. Satisfied that they were not coming back, I turned to thank my friends for backing me......but I was alone. I stomped back to the shop to find them with their noses still pushed up against the window. I stalked back behind the bar. "Where the hell were you guys?!!" I demanded to utter silence. Finally, I was approached by Fin, the biggest burliest old-school punk rocker I've ever met. He was renowned for his brawling. He Put his hand on my shoulder and said " Man...That's the wildest thing I've ever seen any goth do. They were terrified!" My anger dissipated, as I imagined how the scene must've appeared. It was like Edward Scissorhands meets the Terminator. I would've run too.....and it makes for one hell of a drinking story.
nixon:
That was a beautiful story.
elfboy:
