Do any of you remember the last time you got socked in the face for no reason?
I do. I remember it like it was an hour ago. (aside: it was an hour ago) And needless to say, it pissed me off. I didn't hit back. Why? I have no fucking idea. It didn't even cross my mind. It was more so just a mix of utter bewilderment and frustration. When you're faced with options, all of which can ruin a lot of things in the process, it's sometimes best left untouched.
My nose may be broken. I bled like my throat got sliced from ear to ear. And all I can think of is what I should've done. In all honesty, I think I would have been better off laying the guy out, but how far would that have gotten me? I look like a fucking white knight now, and girls love that shit.
I don't know. I'm so confused. And still a little wasted. But what can ya do.
1 comment:
when and where was this?
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