Boiling. My blood. Only the understanding that I need my hand to heal for jumpmaster school in April and the fact that as a member of the United States Army, I would be looked upon as the aggressor, regardless of circumstances, did I leave the bar with a damn near full pitcher of beer, covered in beer from a Dumbass Colorado College Student (DCCS).
I have to take a pause every couple seconds to contain my rage. I want to beat this fucking kid's ass.
This is unusual. I am not a violent person, but I am in an unusual state right now.
So, I was on my way home, and I decided to stop at Tony's on the way. It's usually the last stop of my evening, since the bar is about two blocks away from my apartment. I sit down, get a mini-pitcher of beer and next thing I know, I am covered in beer from another pitcher. So was a girl next to me. The security guy is immediately between said girl and the aforementioned DCCS.
Every time I inhale I smell the beer on me and I want to put on a new shirt and go back to Tony's. But I won't. I have too much to lose.
So, the guy who is maybe a manager or an owner, I'm not sure is talking to the girls. He offers to buy them shots. I ask what happened and who did what. I kind of get blown off. The bartender gives me a rag to dry myself off with. I want to know what the fuck just happened so I know who to be pissed off at. No one has an answer. The DCCS is back at his table, laughing with his friends. The manager offers to walk the girls to their cars. I am still wondering what the fuck is going on.
I tell the bartender I am out of here. I get the bill for the pitcher I didn't drink.
I know if I open my mouth at this point, there will be an incident. I leave.
I still *want* to do something stupid. I want to unpretty DCCS's dumb rich kid face. If anything I do is permanent, his folks can afford the plastic surgery, right?
I know I can't do anything stupid. I know this because I have too much to lose.
Of course, if I were a dumb rich kid myself, this wouldn't be an issue now, would it?
I have to take a pause every couple seconds to contain my rage. I want to beat this fucking kid's ass.
This is unusual. I am not a violent person, but I am in an unusual state right now.
So, I was on my way home, and I decided to stop at Tony's on the way. It's usually the last stop of my evening, since the bar is about two blocks away from my apartment. I sit down, get a mini-pitcher of beer and next thing I know, I am covered in beer from another pitcher. So was a girl next to me. The security guy is immediately between said girl and the aforementioned DCCS.
Every time I inhale I smell the beer on me and I want to put on a new shirt and go back to Tony's. But I won't. I have too much to lose.
So, the guy who is maybe a manager or an owner, I'm not sure is talking to the girls. He offers to buy them shots. I ask what happened and who did what. I kind of get blown off. The bartender gives me a rag to dry myself off with. I want to know what the fuck just happened so I know who to be pissed off at. No one has an answer. The DCCS is back at his table, laughing with his friends. The manager offers to walk the girls to their cars. I am still wondering what the fuck is going on.
I tell the bartender I am out of here. I get the bill for the pitcher I didn't drink.
I know if I open my mouth at this point, there will be an incident. I leave.
I still *want* to do something stupid. I want to unpretty DCCS's dumb rich kid face. If anything I do is permanent, his folks can afford the plastic surgery, right?
I know I can't do anything stupid. I know this because I have too much to lose.
Of course, if I were a dumb rich kid myself, this wouldn't be an issue now, would it?
Still, we need to go there when I get back.