Yesterday an innocent trip to Taco Bell ended 7 hours later at the shittiest little dive bar on Southside (Caddys) with me challenging one of the regulars to "a battle of wits" or to "meet me outside". I'm not even sure what a battle of wits is, but in my condition I would have probably lost.
Did this regular take offense to my horrific outfit (royal blue Duke basketball shirt, camo shorts)?
Was he intimidated when I channeled Mick Jagger as I rocked the Karaoke stage?
Maybe it was when he started hitting on that girl having no idea that she was there to see me, and I made it a point to start making out with her, right in the middle of their conversation?
Next thing I know I'm taking my flip flops off and I'm out in the parking lot trying to decide if I should open with a straight right hand or try to take him to the ground first with a nice form tackle. (He didn't accept my invitation to dance...fortunately, for both of us)
Yes I woke up and realized what an asshole I am.