bleh
Last night was a good one and a bad one all at once. Good points include seeing almost all of my good friends for the first time in months , and being able to congratulate Ricky on his marriage. Met up with everyone at a bar in Torrance, had a few drinks and got a chance to catch up with my buds. Things dried up a little so we all decided to hop to another bar somewhere down in Redondo, on PCH. Thats when things got a little rough. For the first time in our extensive fighting experiences, a group of skinhead thugs got the drop on us. They had it planned and executed it pretty accurately. Shot glasses to faces, pool cues to backs, women screaming ... it all elevated into an all-out 30 man bar brawl. Which would be ok, except there were only six of us. Remarkably we all got out of it physically allright, only Ricky got a broken nose from that shot glass and Jason took a pool ball to the side of the head.
Outside, the cops lined me on the wall ... surrounded by the skins we were fighting. I seriously was more scared than I have been in years, because all I could do was stare at my friends on the curb down the street as from either side of me I got phrases thrown at me like 'You're gonna be on our bus tonight' , 'youre gonna suck a dick tonight' , 'were gonna fucking kill you on that bus' ... you get the picture. Thankfully Ricky was able to save my ass and tell the cops what was what. I thought I got out of it all ok, but when I woke up this morning my phone's battery was dead so now I have a pissed off hopefully-still-fiance who doesnt wanna talk to me for a couple days. She has a right to feel bad ... but it doesnt make me feel any better to know that. So tonight Im sitting home, fluctuating between rage and exhaustion. Time to reacquaint myself with my guitar.
To my buds : Thank you all for the good time.
To Freshta : Sorry darlin. Thats all I can say.
Outside, the cops lined me on the wall ... surrounded by the skins we were fighting. I seriously was more scared than I have been in years, because all I could do was stare at my friends on the curb down the street as from either side of me I got phrases thrown at me like 'You're gonna be on our bus tonight' , 'youre gonna suck a dick tonight' , 'were gonna fucking kill you on that bus' ... you get the picture. Thankfully Ricky was able to save my ass and tell the cops what was what. I thought I got out of it all ok, but when I woke up this morning my phone's battery was dead so now I have a pissed off hopefully-still-fiance who doesnt wanna talk to me for a couple days. She has a right to feel bad ... but it doesnt make me feel any better to know that. So tonight Im sitting home, fluctuating between rage and exhaustion. Time to reacquaint myself with my guitar.
To my buds : Thank you all for the good time.
To Freshta : Sorry darlin. Thats all I can say.