self defense is love
to make a short story shorter. i went out last night to get a drink, and a really drunk girl started messing with me.
we exchanged words, she threw me a left hook, got me in the head.
i came back and popped her in the mouth and i am pretty sure i either busted her lip or knocked a tooth out.
she started to bleed and it stopped there. i don't want a strangers blood on me, who know's what the fuck she might have had.
end of story.
my battle wound, or battle bruise better said:
we exchanged words, she threw me a left hook, got me in the head.
i came back and popped her in the mouth and i am pretty sure i either busted her lip or knocked a tooth out.
she started to bleed and it stopped there. i don't want a strangers blood on me, who know's what the fuck she might have had.
end of story.
my battle wound, or battle bruise better said: