sorry but I'm a violent asshole... at least mentally
So this guy walks in the door. He's staggering a bit and I'm wondering if he's bar hopping or has some sort of injury. He sits down almost abruptly, not that anyone expects him to stand around and wait for the bartender to ask him what he wants but he seemed a little anxious.
"Three shots of whiskey!" He seemed a little demanding.
" For the whole night or do you want them all now?" The bartender was an asshole too.
"What do I look like?" I would have said a hick asshole but what do I know, I'm more of a yuppie asshole. If this guy wasn't clearly a wad of trash you pick up at a truck stop a few miles away from whoop dee fuckin doo " I-hate-blacks-shire" Arkansas I might have compared him to something off a Pixies album.
At this point the "conversation" was pretty much over and the hick picked up his first shot very patiently. I was expecting this guy to take these shots as if he had a fuckin gun to his head, he had enough urgency when he came in. Maybe this guy just likes buying alot of drinks at once and then he gives them away over the course of an hour. It probably makes being a stupid racist look cool for the first half an hour before he gives his whiskey to women who actually happen to have teeth. I guess I judged too soon because even though this guy held his first shot for about five minutes once he took the first one, two and three were within the next ten seconds. I still hated him, but at least he's not trying to prove himself by drinking alot. A fuckin hick who walks in and tries to hardass the six people at the bar by drinking quickly is also the fuckin hick who moans about how scientists misinterpret bible verses.
"So can I get three more or is this one of them fag bars?" the hicks slurs.
"What're you gonna do, convert us?" a dick bartender response.
"Oh! Oh I gets it! I am at the fuckin queers gay bar, a bunch of fuckin faggots drinkin up and once they can't remembers whats right they'll fuck till dawn. God damn fuck faggots you oughta know that..."
Right then my beer tipped over, I'm not sure if I knocked it over or just the sheer intensity of the situation actually knocked it over. But right in the middle of his little rant a guy that was probably six foot six slammed a bar stool into the back of his head. The bartender started laughing, don't get me wrong I hated this asshole but once the bartender started laughing I was afraid.
The hick fell off his stool crunched in a little ball of ignorance on the floor. But it didn't end there. The big guy kept slamming this stool into the hick, not into his legs, not into his chest, but into his fucking face over and over again. After a minute of this brutality I couldn't even see the guys face anymore. Too much blood. His jaw deformed from chewing too much had became a jaw deformed from talking too much. His little nose was now a little stump. Now the whole bar (the six other people) were cheering for this attack. This big guy started stabbing the bar stool chair legs into this guy's eye sockets. Maybe I laughed the first time (no I actually never did) well I guess when you see someone plunge a thick piece of wood into where your eyes are supposed to be, you get a little sick. Funny because I obviously wasn't sick enough, he kept plunging this splintered stub of cheap wood into the hick's left eye over and over. I guess I hadn't had enough to drink to throw up yet but I still had time because this guy kept going with it. My tipped over beer was soon smashed and forcefully inserted into the man's abdomen. The glass was pulled upwards and I could see a few of his organs after a little persistence. What the fuck bar am I at? But it was too late to answer questions like that, the bartender helped pull the body outside and do who-knows-what with it while I finally threw up all I had ate and drank from the past 5 hours.
I stumbled outside after that. I wasn't an accessory or anything, so I had no problem leaving. But it seems like people nowadays are waiting for someone to be racist or derogatory so that they can express their own hate on them. I felt like an asshole thinking this guy was a hick and a racist, especially if I was just waiting to take out my own politically correct anger on him. Sure I didn't participate but I had the same shit running through my mind as the non-racist, gay-accepting bar flies who pounded his eyes into his frontal lobe.
"Three shots of whiskey!" He seemed a little demanding.
" For the whole night or do you want them all now?" The bartender was an asshole too.
"What do I look like?" I would have said a hick asshole but what do I know, I'm more of a yuppie asshole. If this guy wasn't clearly a wad of trash you pick up at a truck stop a few miles away from whoop dee fuckin doo " I-hate-blacks-shire" Arkansas I might have compared him to something off a Pixies album.
At this point the "conversation" was pretty much over and the hick picked up his first shot very patiently. I was expecting this guy to take these shots as if he had a fuckin gun to his head, he had enough urgency when he came in. Maybe this guy just likes buying alot of drinks at once and then he gives them away over the course of an hour. It probably makes being a stupid racist look cool for the first half an hour before he gives his whiskey to women who actually happen to have teeth. I guess I judged too soon because even though this guy held his first shot for about five minutes once he took the first one, two and three were within the next ten seconds. I still hated him, but at least he's not trying to prove himself by drinking alot. A fuckin hick who walks in and tries to hardass the six people at the bar by drinking quickly is also the fuckin hick who moans about how scientists misinterpret bible verses.
"So can I get three more or is this one of them fag bars?" the hicks slurs.
"What're you gonna do, convert us?" a dick bartender response.
"Oh! Oh I gets it! I am at the fuckin queers gay bar, a bunch of fuckin faggots drinkin up and once they can't remembers whats right they'll fuck till dawn. God damn fuck faggots you oughta know that..."
Right then my beer tipped over, I'm not sure if I knocked it over or just the sheer intensity of the situation actually knocked it over. But right in the middle of his little rant a guy that was probably six foot six slammed a bar stool into the back of his head. The bartender started laughing, don't get me wrong I hated this asshole but once the bartender started laughing I was afraid.
The hick fell off his stool crunched in a little ball of ignorance on the floor. But it didn't end there. The big guy kept slamming this stool into the hick, not into his legs, not into his chest, but into his fucking face over and over again. After a minute of this brutality I couldn't even see the guys face anymore. Too much blood. His jaw deformed from chewing too much had became a jaw deformed from talking too much. His little nose was now a little stump. Now the whole bar (the six other people) were cheering for this attack. This big guy started stabbing the bar stool chair legs into this guy's eye sockets. Maybe I laughed the first time (no I actually never did) well I guess when you see someone plunge a thick piece of wood into where your eyes are supposed to be, you get a little sick. Funny because I obviously wasn't sick enough, he kept plunging this splintered stub of cheap wood into the hick's left eye over and over. I guess I hadn't had enough to drink to throw up yet but I still had time because this guy kept going with it. My tipped over beer was soon smashed and forcefully inserted into the man's abdomen. The glass was pulled upwards and I could see a few of his organs after a little persistence. What the fuck bar am I at? But it was too late to answer questions like that, the bartender helped pull the body outside and do who-knows-what with it while I finally threw up all I had ate and drank from the past 5 hours.
I stumbled outside after that. I wasn't an accessory or anything, so I had no problem leaving. But it seems like people nowadays are waiting for someone to be racist or derogatory so that they can express their own hate on them. I felt like an asshole thinking this guy was a hick and a racist, especially if I was just waiting to take out my own politically correct anger on him. Sure I didn't participate but I had the same shit running through my mind as the non-racist, gay-accepting bar flies who pounded his eyes into his frontal lobe.