FIERCE!

[irishfuck]

here we are again, attempting to contemplate life, yet unable to construct anything meaningful as pain head/joints still ruining the day. damn. last evening, darling david's friendster friend invited him to a gallery opening, which ended up being nothing more than a magazine party (fag mag OUT). Anyway, so Davey drops a name at the door and he,

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[totalvirility]

OK, I had completely forgotten about the belligerant nerd who nearly whaled on you for knocking into him. In the rare situation whence I am threatened by somebody I'm completely sure I could take (such as that guy, a complete Screech on a psuedo 'roid rage), I tend to fight agro with agro. My technique would be "Oh, I am sorry, but we're at a fucking bar and you need to keep a better hold on your drink, understand?". Of course, he would probably fly off the handle and possibly become the new Fox special of "When Nerds Attack", but then again, he was pretty willowy himself, and my guess is he'd like to come across as more threatening than he actually is.
Luckily, the thing I learned from Vice Magazine (the ONLY thing I learned from Vice Magazine) is that there's a great little technique in bar fights with people who don't think you can take them, whereby you grab the back of their head by the hair and bring it down while simultaneously bringing your knee up, until they meet halfway- and hopefully with an appropriate amount of power- at his face. I have been dying to try it out, because I know somebody who did and it totally worked.
Of course, you could end up getting your ass kicked, but then there's no real better time for that than after 9 martinis and ritalin lines. Feel no pain.

P.S. Galapagos wasn't so much a scene on Thursday night as it was a class reunion of Oberlin, which is probably why we all seemed to know each other.