We called it a night at about 4am, and began the cab haggle. Found one, jumped in, but had our path blocked by a strange guy (in what was probably a stolen car). He rolled down his window, apparently eager to start a conversation.
The jist of his beef was, his friend had his nose broken over me.
What? I'd never seen those boys before, let alone done anything to or with them worth breaking body parts over!
But that didn't seem to phase this tough guy, he was cursing as if we gave a damn.
Eventually, my boys got so pissed off, they jumped out to beat him up. Good, someone needed to smack some sense into this fool.
No wait- these guys want to fight with some (unknown) guy who claims some other (unknown) guy got his nose broken over some girl they don't even know! WTF??
What if he was armed? What if there were more in the car? Long street was crawling with bored cops, and if they'd gotten arrested, they'd be spending the weekend in crowded cells. And who'd be left calling their parents, trying to get bail money? And therapy money, 'cause someone's bound to touch them in a private place. And I'll get summoned to testify... I don't have anything to wear to court!
That's if I'm not thrown in right along with them!
Ok, calm down boys, no fighting today.
But they were out of the cab (cab driver included), hyped up on a dangerous mix of alcohol and adrenaline. Oh, we're screwed...
The guy sped off, leaving my crew cursing all the way back into the cab. Coward!
But it turns out the coward had back up, cause a very buff Hulk-type got out of his car, and banged on our windows to pick up were his friend left off. Now we're really screwed.
We weren't in a fighting mood anymore, so we didn't dare try to take him on. And besides, a slap from Hulk would've probably left us all on life support, so we made a speedy exit, and I prayed he wouldn't follow and try to run us off the road.
In retrospect, we should've tipped the cab driver extra for all the drama he had to go through. But all's well that ends well.
Hope you're drafting your wills, boys, we'll be at it again next week. This time with an ambulance and a lawyer on standby!
Ok, calm down boys, no fighting today.
But they were out of the cab (cab driver included), hyped up on a dangerous mix of alcohol and adrenaline. Oh, we're screwed...
The guy sped off, leaving my crew cursing all the way back into the cab. Coward!
But it turns out the coward had back up, cause a very buff Hulk-type got out of his car, and banged on our windows to pick up were his friend left off. Now we're really screwed.
We weren't in a fighting mood anymore, so we didn't dare try to take him on. And besides, a slap from Hulk would've probably left us all on life support, so we made a speedy exit, and I prayed he wouldn't follow and try to run us off the road.
In retrospect, we should've tipped the cab driver extra for all the drama he had to go through. But all's well that ends well.
Hope you're drafting your wills, boys, we'll be at it again next week. This time with an ambulance and a lawyer on standby!
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