unfortunately i'm a pussy
friday, july 20, 2007
i turned around just in time to see a fist flying in my direction. it must have been my spider sense, but somehow in my intoxicated state i managed to move out of the way.
he missed my head and hit my ear slightly.
"ouch," i thought, but the alcohol soon numbed everything.
i then stood there for a second, looking at the mofo who just punched me. in that second, i thought of several things:
1. should i punch him?
if i did, i was sure that i would destroy him. he was maybe slightly taller than me, i can't remember. but definitely skinny. and he punched like a girl. besides, he had rebonded shoulder-length hair. who could resist punching a cunt like that?
2. ok, actually i only thought of that ONE thing.
but during that one second when i thought of that one thing, i realised that i couldn't even look at him properly because the whole place was spinning. i couldn't possibly punch him when i can't even see properly.
so i shouted "AY RELAX!" but he was coming for more, and so were his friends. i couldn't defend myself so i went to hide among my friends. yes, not very glamourous at all.
then there was a big confrontation, while i was hiding behind because i thought they would cool down if they didn't see me. they went away soon after.
i then spent the rest of the night sleeping on the bridge outside, recounting my story endlessly to everyone in my state of drunkedness.
my first time in a club and so much excitement. next time, IF there's a next time, i'm most definitely going to be getting into some action instead of hiding somewhere like a pussy.
i turned around just in time to see a fist flying in my direction. it must have been my spider sense, but somehow in my intoxicated state i managed to move out of the way.
he missed my head and hit my ear slightly.
"ouch," i thought, but the alcohol soon numbed everything.
i then stood there for a second, looking at the mofo who just punched me. in that second, i thought of several things:
1. should i punch him?
if i did, i was sure that i would destroy him. he was maybe slightly taller than me, i can't remember. but definitely skinny. and he punched like a girl. besides, he had rebonded shoulder-length hair. who could resist punching a cunt like that?
2. ok, actually i only thought of that ONE thing.
but during that one second when i thought of that one thing, i realised that i couldn't even look at him properly because the whole place was spinning. i couldn't possibly punch him when i can't even see properly.
so i shouted "AY RELAX!" but he was coming for more, and so were his friends. i couldn't defend myself so i went to hide among my friends. yes, not very glamourous at all.
then there was a big confrontation, while i was hiding behind because i thought they would cool down if they didn't see me. they went away soon after.
i then spent the rest of the night sleeping on the bridge outside, recounting my story endlessly to everyone in my state of drunkedness.
my first time in a club and so much excitement. next time, IF there's a next time, i'm most definitely going to be getting into some action instead of hiding somewhere like a pussy.
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