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Wow so tonight...went places. Started out simple enough. Got off work, called Travis, and went to hang out. Easy enough. Went to a shitty bar, had sushi, ended up at Duffy's. Normal night. Watched some pool, had some whiskey, flirted with a pretty boy named Matt (who unfortunately is a major stoner). Simple. And then a fucking 8-person bar fight broke out. 6 Mexican cholos beating up on two which would have been bad enough but then one of the dumb asses starts chucking the heavy glass beer mugs, chairs and BLOODY POOL BALLS. Several girls got hit with shards of glass from the shattered mugs, one got clipped in the head with a pool ball and got carted away in the ambulance. Steve was worried about me because the fight clipped the area I was sitting in, but I just leaned over, picked up my purse and took about two steps to the left and when the mugs started flying and one hit the wall next to my head I just leaned and turned my head to prevent any glass in my face. No use panicking. I wonder about my lack of panic in situations like that. I figure some people panic, I just react calmly and decidedly.