allonblack

Last night I was a little bit drunk walking down Burnside when some drunk emo/mod fuck (whom I heard yelling nonsense a block away (over my Nekromantix on the headphones) and when he gets to me he's got two dipshit girls walking with him and he yells right in my ear "Can I get a what what?" The girls giggle profusely, he is laughing at me.

I threw my bag off, threw my jacket off, (broke my headphones on accident =/) and ran up to him, pushed him into the street, saw the mortal look of terror in his eyes, laughed, saw the girls looking at me in mortal terror, so I giggled, told him to learn some manners, gathered my belongings and walked off. I wasn't really hoping for a fight and I could tell by the looks of the guy he was 100% purebred trustfund Portland "I can do whatever I want to anyone I want whenever I want" blood (like all the rest of em)

This was one of those guys that tries really hard to look poor, but no matter what, he's still wearing a $200 pair of shoes and a $300 leather jacket with a $40 haircut. "Hey dude, my hair is tussled" Fuck you. Go to the Matador. There are others like you. They won't kick your ass.

I don't know who gave this dickfaces a license to walk around and be fucks, but, luckily there are people like me out there willing to fight them.

In the spirit of Eddie Spaghetti, we do what we do.