Fucking alcoholics.
Last night Clint and I went to the bar to play some pool. One table had the balls set up on it but it was missing one, so we went to use the 7 ball which was on top of the other table. That would have given us two 7s but it was a free game and we were playing for fun. Then some old drunkard asshole, maybe 40 or 50, came and stared at the table, repeating "two sevens" and saying that it wouldn't work. We didn't want to deal with him so Clint went ahead and put the two quarters in the other table, and I went to get the seven ball back, and then THE GUY GRABBED MY ARM. Hard. I was so surprised I didn't even know what to do... I didn't say anything but Clint told him to watch out so he dropped my arm. I wish I had said something to him, but nothing like that had ever happened to me before, so I was too surprised to remember what to say. If that ever happens again, though, that was everyone's last chance. I know it wasn't anything too big of a deal, just him grabbing my arm, but that was still too much. I got pretty upset. Fucking alcoholics.
Off to get my face drilled. Wish me luck.
Off to get my face drilled. Wish me luck.