sick

I got in a fight at the bar last night. Just before bar-close this guy was dancing with one of the waitresses, and I joked to him, "You know you're still going to have to pay your tab, right?" The waitress laughed. It was obviously meant to be funny. He didn't seem to think so, and instead thought I was trying to start something with him. I apologized. He wasn't having anything to do with it, since he was drunk and apparently it made him feel like a big man to want to fight someone a third his size.

As I said, he was quite a bit bigger than me; heavier, anyway, not as tall. He was obviously drunk, beligerant, and scared, so I figured I had better do something before his drunkness, anger, and stupidity overcame his fear. So I hit him in the head with my beer bottle until it broke, and then I used the broken stump to cut the dumb fucker's face off.

Ok, I didn't really. I thought about it, though. What I actually did was keep my cool and try to get him to regain his calm. This never really works, but it kept him from trying to throw a punch at me. So there was no actual violence, thankfully.

But I think of people like that as The Terminally Stupid. He'll continue to act that way, until one day he tries it with someone who doesn't have as much self-restraint as I have, and he really will get his face cut off. Poor, stupid bastard.