I hate tough guys. You know. Cruising around with 5 friends, thinking they are all that and then some. Dickheads. Anyhoo, here is my story of several encounters with aforementioned phallus heads.
A friend and I were walking to the shops, and there was a couple inches of snow, and being the boisterous little hooligans we are, we were pelting cars. My friend throws one at a skanky old Mercedes, doesn't even hit it, but they pull over. 5 guys come out, all like 20, and start cussing us out and throwing snow at us. My friend speaks no Dutch so I took over. I said we only threw snow and we didn't want to fight. Did they care? No. Two grabbed my friend, one headlocking him while the other shoved snow in his face. The other three came up to me and punched me in the stomach, tripped me and then threw snow at me and spat on me. One of them was particularly obnoxious, he was the one who spat one me. They drove off, feeling confident in their manliness.
Several weeks later, I was cycling alone, and I saw their skankmobile again. I waved them over, cos I wanted to ask what the deal was. When I saw the guy in the back who spat on me I got so pissed. I feigned a smile and motioned for him to roll down the window. He grinned at me as he told his friend who I was, at which point I flipped. I flipped his glasses off his nose with my finger, then pulled back and punched him in the face as hard as I could. I then got back on my bike, and cycled off, still amazed at what I had done. There was blood on my hand and it hurt like hell, and I thought they were gonna run me over or some shit like that. I could hear him moaning as I raced away, practically shitting myself.
However, yesterday, I was walking the dog, and I saw those guys again, and they saw me and drew knives. 4 of them, 2 knives. I ran to my house, and put my dog in his cage, then went upstairs to get my katana. Ok, its ornamental, but you could hurt someone with it, and I wasn't really thinking. I walked out with it drawn, and they looked at me like I was nuts, then flicked me off, called me gay and cowardly and left.
FUCK YOU ASSHOLE, YEAH, BITE ME!
I'm the coward? Who only wanted to fight when he had his friends? Or weapons? If he was alone, would he have come with his knife? Or gotten out to be a dick? I think not.
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