Bar fights suck
So I was in Texas all week. Man I miss the weather there already even if it is pretty up here too. I love my mommy and I enjoyed hanging out with her.
But I am not here to be happy, oh no. I just have to write down that bar fights suck and that being threatened isn't pleasant.
So have you ever gotten into a game with someone? One of mom's friends decided that it would be funny if he jumped out and startled me. I pushed him because I don't like being startled and I thought it would be over kill if I punched him since we were at her main hang out bar. Somehow it got said that I should hit him if it ever happens again. I forget who said it, perhaps it was my mom and not the idiot in question.
So, two nights later we are (again) hanging out in the bar. A bar fight breaks out. My mom wades in there and drags one of the guys out. Apparently he was the instigator since the fight immediately stopped. My little mom did that in an outrageous outfit. Man I wish I had pictures. Imagine a very hippy lady in a "cruise" outfit. Outlandish and all. Oh it was funny.
So about an hour later, Homer walks in. Yeah, the guy's name was Homer. Go figure. He is drunk and starts to go on about scaring me again. I am in no mood and say something along the lines of "Don't, I'll kill you." This is the kind of thing I always say. Perhaps I should change that habit... Anyway, I go outside to leave a voicemail for Johnny. As I come inside, Homer jumps out at me. I deck him.
Okay, I shouldn't have hit him in the face. It was rude and uncalled for even if he was being a dick; even if it wasn't a hard hit. I would have humbly apologized if he had just been like "What the fuck?" But I am not going to apologize now since instead of being a normal older, heavyset, brawler body type who wouldn't worry about a ~100 lb girl hitting him, he grabbed me and threatened me. He put me in a head lock and started telling me how that was the "First mistake of your life." No, that phrase doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me either but that is what he said. The body language and tone clearly indicated that he was going to hurt me. I was so very confused and just angry enough that I have reconsidered my stance on me asking if I can carry knives again.
Anyhow, my mom is so very pissed at him. He didn't hurt me because mom dragged me off of him (yes, he was holding me but I am easier to move than he is) and sent me home.
But yeah, that sucked and I don't like being violent.
But I am not here to be happy, oh no. I just have to write down that bar fights suck and that being threatened isn't pleasant.
So have you ever gotten into a game with someone? One of mom's friends decided that it would be funny if he jumped out and startled me. I pushed him because I don't like being startled and I thought it would be over kill if I punched him since we were at her main hang out bar. Somehow it got said that I should hit him if it ever happens again. I forget who said it, perhaps it was my mom and not the idiot in question.
So, two nights later we are (again) hanging out in the bar. A bar fight breaks out. My mom wades in there and drags one of the guys out. Apparently he was the instigator since the fight immediately stopped. My little mom did that in an outrageous outfit. Man I wish I had pictures. Imagine a very hippy lady in a "cruise" outfit. Outlandish and all. Oh it was funny.
So about an hour later, Homer walks in. Yeah, the guy's name was Homer. Go figure. He is drunk and starts to go on about scaring me again. I am in no mood and say something along the lines of "Don't, I'll kill you." This is the kind of thing I always say. Perhaps I should change that habit... Anyway, I go outside to leave a voicemail for Johnny. As I come inside, Homer jumps out at me. I deck him.
Okay, I shouldn't have hit him in the face. It was rude and uncalled for even if he was being a dick; even if it wasn't a hard hit. I would have humbly apologized if he had just been like "What the fuck?" But I am not going to apologize now since instead of being a normal older, heavyset, brawler body type who wouldn't worry about a ~100 lb girl hitting him, he grabbed me and threatened me. He put me in a head lock and started telling me how that was the "First mistake of your life." No, that phrase doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me either but that is what he said. The body language and tone clearly indicated that he was going to hurt me. I was so very confused and just angry enough that I have reconsidered my stance on me asking if I can carry knives again.
Anyhow, my mom is so very pissed at him. He didn't hurt me because mom dragged me off of him (yes, he was holding me but I am easier to move than he is) and sent me home.
But yeah, that sucked and I don't like being violent.