Sunday, January 25, 2009

Being a big mother fucker doesnt mean shit

if you are drunk off your ass.

The other guy working with me was waving, having "issues" with this big dude, 300+.
I moved over, flipping my light on & off at the doormen & the Big 3.
ONE of them, either my coworker or the dude, and it was dark & hazy, had the other by the throat. I decided to not ask questions.
I got behind the big dude, knelt a little, inserted leg between his, left arm around waist, right arm through his crotch.
Tripped him into the wall, then just lifted a bit and slip slided him over a table and around a big video game machine (and maybe some people) to the door -- which didnt open when I slammed him into it.
Co-worker opened doors,I shoved guy out right as Big 3 arrived.
Everything was going on outside and then this littler dude showed up next to me talking shit. I said "Are you with him?"
"Yes."
Chest - shove. Close door.

Man, my heart was going like 200 bps.

Fucking Awesome.
I DIDNT get hurt !!!


Also -- the member of the Big 3 who has/had doubts about me had me help get this drunk old guy out. I just shouted " MOVE!" and the people just parted like the Red Sea.
He actually complimented me on how loud I am.

2 comments:

  1. You are loud, most definitely. Oh and by the way, this is the first time I've seen this blog.

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  2. Why is this your first time seeing this blog?

    RA did you get in teh guy's face and say "You just got served!"

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