Ah I love snowy Sundays! I feel so cozy in my parents house!
LOL, last night was funny. I went to an awesome Montreal club, with some old friends, and had a good time. I only had a few drinks, wasn't planning and getting hammered or anything since I wasn't in the mood.
Now why is it that some guys who drink think they are the Hulk? This young guy (probably 18 at most, with his peach fuzz) bumps into a friend of mine. My friend then tells the guy to be careful (a drink was knocked over). He didn't push him or anything, just a simple, "Be careful man." Doesn't the little prick sock my friend in the eye? Yeah, he did. Now I haven't been in a fight since my high school days. The days where the "French" high schools would have brawls, literally, with the "Italian" high school, which was my school.
But all this left my mind when the kid tried taking me out. I didn't even say anything. The guy was drunk, so his punch was weak and just grazed me; but I smashed him, unfortunately. A couple of shots to the face, a slam into a table and the lesson learned: don't fight a sober guy when you're hammered.


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