I am battered. Slowly recovering from Saturday night, when my roomate and I were jumped by 10-15 people because I accidentally knocked over one of their 40's (which was sitting on the sidewalk while its owner was doing pull-ups on a street sign for some reason). Mid-appology, as I was offering to buy the guy another 40 (which costs 2 dollars), I got punched in the back of the head by someone, and then swarmed. When I finally managed to beat some people away from me and look up, I saw 4 guys on my roomate tracy, and couldn't think of anything to do other than taliban myself right into the guys. We never backed down, fought like we didn't deserve to live, and got the holy shit kicked out of us. We were also the last ones standing, and never once hit the ground(thank god) or got a blackeye. I look fucking good for getting my ass kicked. I don't condone shit like this, and I'm not any kind of tough guy by a long shot, but goddamn it, at least we showed some fucking heart. Ran the gauntlet and came out breathing.
I want to go see Me and You and Everyone We Know. The Director will be interviewed on SG Radio tonight, which is a pretty cool program if you haven't heard it yet.
Well, I need to draw up some storyboards and re-bandage my ankle.
Also, in other news, my fake tooth fell out again. (in a sandwich, not in a fight)
I want to go see Me and You and Everyone We Know. The Director will be interviewed on SG Radio tonight, which is a pretty cool program if you haven't heard it yet.
Well, I need to draw up some storyboards and re-bandage my ankle.
Also, in other news, my fake tooth fell out again. (in a sandwich, not in a fight)
fighting over a 40?
next time, carry a big stick, start swinging on heads.