I was at an open mic at a locale bar when a fight broke out. It happened right in front of me. I shot out of my seat to be a peacemaker. I got between the two guys and led one of them away from the skirmish. Things calmed down without anybody throwing a punch.
The guy I led away was a hippie black guy named Donald. Donald grabbed his instruments and walked out of the bar. He looked defeated as he left. I felt sorry for him. I followed him outside to see if he was okay.
"Hey Donald, are you alright?" He didn't bother to answer or look at me. "What the hell happened?" I asked again. I got nothin. I think I tried to talk to him once more before I gave up in frustration.
"Fuck you Donald!" I said to him as I left. He heard me then.
"What?!"
"You heard me, fuck you, you asshole!!!"
Donald's hearing had improved and now he wanted to fight. And frankly, so did I, the son of a bitch.
"I know karate," Donald said. He looked like the type to know karate and it got me thinking. What the hell am I doing? I calmed down and tried to broker a peace agreement. I apologized for saying fuck you, and Donald and I eventually shook hands.
I thought cooler heads had prevailed until Donald started doing karate chops against the bus-stop stanchions. He was hitting the metal post with his forearms and doing flying kicks. He was attacking the bus-stop pretty good. Then he moved away from the bus-stop and was punching the air around me. I could see his confidence growing with each punch. His punches were getting closer to me. I looked on without much of a flinch. From the way he was kicking and punching it was pretty apparent that Donald didn't know karate. He did a flying kick that nearly hit me. He was testing me. There was no doubt about it. His next punch came even closer. He followed that up with a punch that brushed my shoulder. He crossed the line with that punch. I snapped and went at him. Before he knew it I had him on the ground with my elbow at his throat and my other hand on his huevos. He was pinned. I thought about hurting him, to teach him a lesson, but something inside me wouldn't let me.
"Let go of me," I said.
Donald eased his grip. I let him up and walked away.
The guy I led away was a hippie black guy named Donald. Donald grabbed his instruments and walked out of the bar. He looked defeated as he left. I felt sorry for him. I followed him outside to see if he was okay.
"Hey Donald, are you alright?" He didn't bother to answer or look at me. "What the hell happened?" I asked again. I got nothin. I think I tried to talk to him once more before I gave up in frustration.
"Fuck you Donald!" I said to him as I left. He heard me then.
"What?!"
"You heard me, fuck you, you asshole!!!"
Donald's hearing had improved and now he wanted to fight. And frankly, so did I, the son of a bitch.
"I know karate," Donald said. He looked like the type to know karate and it got me thinking. What the hell am I doing? I calmed down and tried to broker a peace agreement. I apologized for saying fuck you, and Donald and I eventually shook hands.
I thought cooler heads had prevailed until Donald started doing karate chops against the bus-stop stanchions. He was hitting the metal post with his forearms and doing flying kicks. He was attacking the bus-stop pretty good. Then he moved away from the bus-stop and was punching the air around me. I could see his confidence growing with each punch. His punches were getting closer to me. I looked on without much of a flinch. From the way he was kicking and punching it was pretty apparent that Donald didn't know karate. He did a flying kick that nearly hit me. He was testing me. There was no doubt about it. His next punch came even closer. He followed that up with a punch that brushed my shoulder. He crossed the line with that punch. I snapped and went at him. Before he knew it I had him on the ground with my elbow at his throat and my other hand on his huevos. He was pinned. I thought about hurting him, to teach him a lesson, but something inside me wouldn't let me.
"Let go of me," I said.
Donald eased his grip. I let him up and walked away.
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