I know the answer is, fogert about it; but
I am at a bar. I am sober playing pool.
My mother blew her brains out on my 30th birthday a couple of weeks ago. Tonight was my first night out since I found her 4 day old body.
I approach the bar to ask for the pool table key because the table "ate" a ball. A woman that works at my gas station a 1/4 mile up the road says hello and says that she sees me walk my dogs every day. I hug her and say hello. The waiterss walks by and I say "can I get the key?" while some dude does a swim move on me and sits next to the woman (she is not hot, she is 45 year old skank). I say "nice seeing you" and in the voice of a drunken ass bum redneck piece of shit, her husband yells "see you later buddy!" at the top of his lungs (while I am already walking off with my back to him), like a complete irate dick. He continues to talk shit and slam his ****nig hads on the bar acting like king shit.
The issue is, someone is going to be the one, and it was almost this guy. I have been letting the world shit on me this moonth while I watch with no temper, but this dude almost sucked a gun tonight like a cock. Not like I need guns. The gun Im infering could have been my bicep, its not the point, Im just trying to communicate the anger i felt. I would have done anything at this point. I think what hurt the most was my innocense and vulnerability. This bitch just printeed my moms last 9$ worth of Fantasy 5 lotto tickets I found plundering her ****ing house. SHE said hello to ME.
I told the bouncer that he was starting shit and that i was going to **** him up if he approached the pool tables....
SO.....
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I am busy filling out funeral thank you cards and was thinking of explaining all of this in a thank you card to this guy, i could give to his wife at the gas station tomorrow, even written by my girfriend, explaining what a cocksucker he is and why, and how he almost sucked a 12 gauge. I can include photos and a self addressed self envelope begging him for his address/phone number to let me vent on his body. I know i am a shit talking internet *****, but please understand the feelings i am conveying. I didnt say shit to his wife by the way, uncalled for. I was praying this mother ****er would continue. I see this woman at the gas station, on the street and at this bar.
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He wasnt shit. An old insecure midget drunk piece of shit I would have crushed with one blow.
I should let it go, but I want this dude to learn a lesson. He could have died tonight. I have a ****ing murder weapon, with my moms ****ing brain crust, in my car. I dont need it, but I would have stucki t in and out of his ****ing ass tonight.
I am not some bad ass, I do not have an attidue, I am the friendliest guy on the planet. I am a humble person. Please dont assume I am a douche
I know bars suck, but I love pool.
But back to my point....I honestly will see this woman in days and IT IS GOING TO BE SAID> THAT MOTHER ****ER JUST STARTED A FIGHT WITH SOMEONE AT THE MOST INSANE POINT OF THEIR LIFE. I THINK GOOD CAN COME OF THIS EVIL BASTARD THINKING TWICE FVROM NOW ON. I would have been that cocksucker's best friend. HE shit on a dying stranger. I want to write this guy.
A fight would be welcome, but most importantly, I want him to know.
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may be too drunk but i am lost
Originally Posted by calgarian
I gotta let it go, but cant right now.
