Wiwille turns into responsible adult, pansy.

This weekend turned out to be a whirl wind of sorts as I drove up to my folks to celebrate my Mother's birthday. After grilling a meal for the parents and watching movies Corey called and invited me out with some friends to drink. We sat around an Irish pub and played 'Family Business', a mafia based card game which turned out to be a lot of fun.

Finally last call came about and I said goodbye to Corey, Tracie, Elli, Friend, and Sara. They left and I went to pay my tab. I left without incident and walked a block and saw a guy across the street rip his shirt off and lightly shove a girl.

"Fuck you bitch," he yelled. "The only reason I slep with ya is cause you're easy."

Yeah this is going to go well. The other girl was trying to stay in between them and diffuse the situation. I was across the street minding my own business when one of the girls sees me and yells "kick his ass".

Shirtless nut then turns and looks at me. I stop and lock eyes with him.

"You don't wanna step," he said in very eloquent fashion. "You don't wanna step."

"Fuck you," I said. "Leave the girls alone".

"You don't wanna step," he repeated. "I gotta knife in my back pocket."

Oh fuck me he's got a knife. This is turning into an episode of Cops. Sizing him up I weighed the odds heavily in my favor, but you put a knife into the mix everything changes. I was there alone with nothing to counter a blade with. I can handle myself in a fight, but all bets are off when weapons are concerned especially when you consider I didn't have one. He stayed on his side of the street looking scared. Maybe he didn't have a knife and was just trying to make me think he did. Well it worked.

I backed away calling him a coward for shoving girls and carrying blades and he just stood there and looked at me. As luck would have it I rounded the corner and a cop pulled up. I flagged him down telling him about the shirtless freak and he thanked me. I guess if I did fight the guy I probably be in jail or worse stabbed.

Looking back I really wanted to inflict pain on the abusive pig fucker, but sadly the girl would probably keep sleeping with him and they would have kids and over populate the planet with more wastes of sperm. Hopefully the cop dealt with the situation accordingly and maybe I should let people fight their own battles as I'm clearly not equipped to handle some knife wielding yahoo. I may have made the right decision, but at times I wonder what would've happened if I engaged the worthless piece of white trash. I feel like a pansy.

I'm alive and well thankfully and ready to embrace my new found single life. If I ever resemble that freak will someone please beat me savagely?

"I have a gift for enraging people, but if I ever bore you it will be with a knife." - Louise Brooks