WHY!?
Saturday night....
I'm getting ready to go over Kelly's for the night and I hear my brother talking on the phone. He's speaking of a really big house party somewhere so I ask him...
Me: whose party is it?
Justin: I dont know exactly but some of my friends are going sooo....
Me: Thats probably a bad idea, your going to get into a fight, nobody likes a outcast at their party. If they dont know you they dont like you period.
Justin: Yea I know I thought about that, but I'm bringing some of my boys so it'll be cool.
Me: You either go to the party and kiss everyones asses there, or you just don't go.
Justin: Fuck that I'll never kiss anyones ass, I'll go in there with my head heald high.
Before we got into a stupid fight about it I just ended the conversation...
Sunday evening...
My phone rings, its Justin.
Me: Hello?
Justin: Guess what happened last night?
Me: What?
Justin: No guess, just say it.
Me: You got into a fight?
Justin: Yep, and my ear lobe is completely split in half cause this little bitch hit me over the head with a beer bottle.
Me: Nice, don't say I didn't warn ya.
Justin: everything was fine until she showed up with her cousin, she and I had a falling out before and she punched me and I spit in her face so as soon as she showed up I knew something was going down. She immediately started running her mouth and so I started running mine and her cousin jumped in, we got to brawlin' and while we were she hit me over the head with a bottle.
Me: You should take this as a lession for next time. (even tho I know he wont)
So in conclusion, he got 11 stitches both in his ear and on his neck. Luckily I didn't have to deal with any of that because he got friends to drive him. But now he wants to go file a police report, so I will be spending my free time at the police station with my brother ONCE AGAIN!
He has been in so many fights, and has had his face and his body so messed up in different ways you would think he would have learned SOMETHING by now?
Seriously, what is it going to take... Death?
I'm getting ready to go over Kelly's for the night and I hear my brother talking on the phone. He's speaking of a really big house party somewhere so I ask him...
Me: whose party is it?
Justin: I dont know exactly but some of my friends are going sooo....
Me: Thats probably a bad idea, your going to get into a fight, nobody likes a outcast at their party. If they dont know you they dont like you period.
Justin: Yea I know I thought about that, but I'm bringing some of my boys so it'll be cool.
Me: You either go to the party and kiss everyones asses there, or you just don't go.
Justin: Fuck that I'll never kiss anyones ass, I'll go in there with my head heald high.
Before we got into a stupid fight about it I just ended the conversation...
Sunday evening...
My phone rings, its Justin.
Me: Hello?
Justin: Guess what happened last night?
Me: What?
Justin: No guess, just say it.
Me: You got into a fight?
Justin: Yep, and my ear lobe is completely split in half cause this little bitch hit me over the head with a beer bottle.
Me: Nice, don't say I didn't warn ya.
Justin: everything was fine until she showed up with her cousin, she and I had a falling out before and she punched me and I spit in her face so as soon as she showed up I knew something was going down. She immediately started running her mouth and so I started running mine and her cousin jumped in, we got to brawlin' and while we were she hit me over the head with a bottle.
Me: You should take this as a lession for next time. (even tho I know he wont)
So in conclusion, he got 11 stitches both in his ear and on his neck. Luckily I didn't have to deal with any of that because he got friends to drive him. But now he wants to go file a police report, so I will be spending my free time at the police station with my brother ONCE AGAIN!
He has been in so many fights, and has had his face and his body so messed up in different ways you would think he would have learned SOMETHING by now?
Seriously, what is it going to take... Death?