last night sucked dude. after work i go to my boy’s “party” which is basically just a keg, 8 dudes and 3 of their girlfriends. i didnt really want to go to start with but the friend i wanted to go the bar with wanted to hang out with his girlfriend.
so one thing after another and of course everyone wants to wrestle when theyre drunk, ok i dont but all my friends seem to. im wrestling one friend and then this other kid is getting him off me, i dont know why i didnt think he was serious. anyway i get up look for my phone and pick it up but when i try to use it it isnt working properly so im pissed. i get over to walk out, im like fuck i want to hit something, then im like nahnah im not going to then for somereason something clicked and i went over to this frankenstein manequin thing and hit it, the head comes off, then i hit it again and maybe once more and it recoiled into a picture hanging up and broke the glass.
i grab my shit and go outside to wait for my friend so we can leave. i wanted to go back in to apologize but figured i should just leave.
like a minute later one of the kids comes outside with his shirt off (i dont know why he was embarassing himself) acting like he wanted to fight me. and at least for me when someone comes up to fight me my adrenaline kicks in and im ready to go. but then his brother started looking like he was going to do something too so im standing where i am like alright anyone takes a step closer to me and im gonna hit them.
then the kid with his shirt off is talking about i sucker punched him or some shit. im like dude what the fuck are you talking about? i never hit you kid. he kept saying i did, i kept saying i didnt…this kid is in tears too mind you, he cant handle his alcohol at all and always gets emotional when he drinks. so we go over to this thing next to his house cause he wants to fight so bad, or so he says. we go over there and square off but i have my witts about me and know i can dodge a punch so im trying to get him to throw first so i can just counter, plus i really dont want to fight to start with because its stupid. everytime i take one step towards him he takes like 2 back so im reading his body language like ok this kid obviously doesnt want to fight or else he wouldnt be retreating so i just walk back to the car.
then the cops come but i explain like it was just a misunderstanding, we’re leaving anyway. he tells the kid to put his shirt on and go inside then we just leave.
i feel pretty bad for breaking the manequin especially because i heard it wasnt theres. i guess all the girls inside were crying and everyone was scared or something. i think it was pretty immature to get that angry over a phone even if it was $300. but why do people wanna come outside making shit up trying to act tough while theyre crying. and then another kid there called me after trying to call me soundin like he was acting tough (another 150 pound kid) like yo wtf did you do at soandso’s house, i just hung up. then he calls again asking what happened and i explain but of course he has me on speaker so i just hung up once i heard other people in the back, like damn let the shit go. and if you wanted to do something you shoulda did it then.
i hate fighting, i dont look for fights anymore, i like to relax and just chill and pay attention to the girls instead of trying to fight other dudes. im wicked mellow too but i guess for what its worth the liquor dropped my inhabitions and i got mad. owell i feel shitty about it.