fucking a

[cephalophore]

So I almost just got into a fight with five guys. Running was uneventful until I passed the VFW: there, five pieces of white-trash shit were sitting around drinking. One of them did this shrill laugh when I passed "yeahhaaahhaaha-weeehahaha!" and I snapped. So I stopped and confronted the guy, told him it was rude as fuck and I tried knocking his coke out of his hands, although it didn't work and he moved back. He was scared shitless, but only for a moment, when he remembered he had his four boys with him (they were 14-16, the alpha dude had his first mustache coming in), after which he came at me talking trash and calling me scrawny and shit, although he hid his own lack of muscles behind an oversized t-shirt. I wasn't going to throw the first punch, and he tried goading me with stuff about knocking my teeth out, but I knew he wasn't going to do shit on main street either.

So I started walking off, for about a 100 meters, before I continued my run. By the time I got to the gazeebo though, he was sprinting after me and his buddies were on their bikes. I picked it up a bit and ran through some unfamiliar back yards and hid behind a tree. After about a minute, I hopped a fence and went into some enclosed property, I found a big piece of re-rod laying there, which was reassuring. But after about five minutes, I ran home, cutting between yards across streets in case they were waiting to scope out where I live.

I'm all for phasing out the XY chromasome now.