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Fucking-A, what a night.

There were two birthdays last night, but unfortunately I could only make it out to one. I went to the wrong birthday.

I hadn't seen my friend Shannon in a while so we had to hang for her birthday. We ended up going to a danceclub that blew nuts. Just because there are four different clubs under one roof doesn't meant it's going to be a good time.

So after four hours of making small talk with people I don't know and nursing a few drinks through the night and watching guys in shiny shirts hit on girls with shiny shirts I was exhausted. Pretending that one is having a good time is a lot of freaking work.

I start on my way home. I am seriously five minutes away from my house (a forty-five minute drive from where I was earlier) when my sister calls. Her friend's car has broken down and they need a ride home. She was five miles away from the club where I was at/

So now I am about forty-five minutes away from her and I have to drive and pick up her and her friend. I get lost a few times. So an hour later I find the house. As I am pulling in front of the house I see some motherfucker grab my sister's arm as she is walking away. She has her cell phone in her hand and up to her ear. My phone rings, it is my sister. I pick up the phone and let her know that I see her and I will be there in five seconds.

I leave my car running and walk to the yard where she is standing and this motherfucker is still holding her arm--tight. I walk up to him grab his arm tight (I have a fairly firm grip), yank his arm away from my siste.

Ther is another guy standing behind the motherfucker. I still had a few pounds over these two motherfuckers put together.

They didn't have a fucking chance.

I'm not a big fan of fighting. It's a big-time last resort type of decision for me. There are only two things that will piss me off where I see it as an only resort.

Fuck with my friends or fuck with my family.

If I'm going to fight I don't play The Pushing Game. I don't call people names or puff out my chest. I just fight. A few seconds later there are two guys on the ground wondering why they tried to force these two girls to go home with them.

I got the whole story later. They were bugging my sister and her friend to go for a ride with them. After many many times of being told no, these motherfuckers try and take it upon themselves to force my sister and her friend to go for a ride to their house.

I know that the guy standing behind the motherfucker has a broken nose. I have seen a few and have broken a few and I know what a broken nose looks like. It's horrible. The motherfucker who thought it would be wise to grab my sister is also going to have to visit a doctor for his elbow. I'd be surprised if it's not severly hyper-extended.

A few people came out of the house but nobody really says anything. They just know that there is a severely pissed off Mexican in the front yard.

I feel sorry for my sister. She has never had to see me become really angry or fight. I didn't like the way she just kind of looked at me for a few minutes and didn't say anything. She just kind of sat there and stared. Almost like she didn't know me. I'm sure that I didn't help thing much. I just sat there driving down the road like nothing happened. But I can tell she was looking at my face. I make really retarded type faces when I am really angry and I'm sure this was no different. It was kind of sad. But when I put my arm around her on the way home she just started crying. Even at twenty-years old she was my little sister again, scared shitless by what almost happened.


After a fifteen minute drive back to their place and another hour of waiting we drive back to the house where their car is. The house is dead. Lights off, bottles in the yard, dead. Her car is parked on another street. I open the hood, ask her friend to crank the engine. It turns but no cigar. Hook it up to my car. Overhead light comes on. Turn it off. Crank it again. Vroom, the fucker runs. Next time, make sure to turn the overhead light off.

So here it is, a little after five. I have been home for thirty minutes and am very tired.

Good night.