therightbastard

So tonight, my ex accused me of being the most negative person, ever.

So tonight, I was at the most awesomest party, ever.

So tonight, as the party was ending, one of the boys, drunk as a saint, decided to ride off on his motorcycle.

As he left, there a man there, collecting cans.

As he left, one of the boys, drunk as a saint, punched that man.

As he left, one of the boys, drunk as a saint, grabbed the man's cans, and rode off like it was a mother fucking rodeo.

He shamed that man, in front of God and everyone.

And as my brother left...

As he left, even his friends, even his brothers, said...

"Dude, WTF".

And as he left, after punching the man, and stealing the man's cans....

And after he left, after punching the man, I ( and only I...) walked up to the man, and I said...

I said...

"I'm sorry, man. I'm sorry my friend, a man, a brother of my tribe, is an asshole. But you have to know that if he treated you like that, he must hate himself more than you or I know."

I said that.

And the man said to me, as a man, a brother of my tribe, an asshole, rode off into the night...

He said...

"One love, brother. One fight."

And so I ask you, all of you...

How negative am I?

And who DO you love?

FTW.

One love. One fight...

One love, One fight.

FTW.