pirateprince

AnnieCruz and I almost got into a fight with some two-bit nitwits in North Beach last night. I guess they thought my leather jacket and Elvis hair was funny. Basically I called them on the fact that they were being rude, and told them not to fuck with people who are only there to get pizza. So one of them was feeling extra brave, and decided to further agitate the situation. I obliged, because little did the fuckin greaseball realize there were 2 beat cops standing outside. With this in mind I basically antagonized them while this little devil was laughing in my belly. Annie had the final word as we left, and they had to feel like a couple of tools because my girlfriend punked them out more than I did.

I don't understand that sort of behavior in the city. I walk through The Tenderloin looking punk or rockabilly as fuck and no one says a thing, or makes a wisecrack. I walk through North Beach all the time and no one fucks with me. It just caught me off guard that these little fuckers thought they had the carte blanche to obviously make wisecracks about people.

I don't care what kind of ugly/freak/white trash you are, I have the respect to not openly laugh at you. I don't even know what kind of kids these were. They didn't look like rich kids. They were a couple of fuckin kids wearing American Eagle or Old Navy clothes.

At any rate, they are lucky it didn't escalate to an altercation, as I'd have the upper hand since I've already faced death many times, and I can snap into all or nothing mode almost instantly. Also, I learned when I was 12 years old, I have no remorse for people I don't know. I can't engage in pugilism with my friends, but if it's a random person, I am completely ruthless. Why am I still pissed though? Maybe because one of my ancestors would have killed this guy where he stood for behaving in such a way.