I just slapped a dude. He may have been homeless. He knocked me down. My head hurts.
So the wife is working her tail off, and goes to bed tonight at 10. I just got in bed, and was reading, and one of the dogs suddenly decides it's time to go out. I get dressed, take him outside. He's taking his time.
Then I hear this piercing whistling from our sidewalk. Some older (45-55) drunken dude is walking down the street, with both fingers in his mouth, whistling. Just stumbling along, whistling loud as shit. Remember that time I punched a racoon? Well this guy's gotten us before. He does this once in awhile, walking down the block slowly, waking people up. I never get quite mad enough to come outside, but I always silently hate him. This time, I'm outside, and have a slight buzz (like with the racoon).
"SHUT The FUCK UP!"
-pause ...pause... WHISTLE!
...ditto, twice more. Now I'm fucking livid. I start trotting out the driveway, and something's gonna happen.
I catch up to him, even though he's sped up a bit. This is the best recollection I have of what just happened:
-You think I can't catch up to you? Shut the fuck up. Now.
"Why should I?"
-Because people are sleeping. Right there. In those houses. People who have to work early. Shut the fuck UP.
"(random drunk talk)" and here I give the guy a full-arm Busty Slap, for some reason. Just fucking winged him, hard, even though he outweighs me by eighty pounds easy. I honestly wish I hadn't. Seriously, I wish to fucking god I hadn't.
"This is a free street" etc, butting up against me, looking down at me, "I should just fuck you up, you know that? You're about to get fucked up!" with booze on his breath, bigtime.
-You fucking REEK of booze, you know that?
and he knocks me over. I sprawled backwards a good 6 feet, slid a little, and came to a stop. Out comes the knife from my pocket, not pointed at him, just held right about kidney level. I don't get off on carrying a pocket knife, but I know what I'm doing. I don't break eye contact, but he sees it.
"You think I'm scared of your little knife?"
-You think I won't open you up and leave you on the sidewalk?
...
"You hit me first." and he was totally correct. As soon as he said it, I realized what I'd done.
-You are absolutely right, and I regret it. I'm going to bed.
and I turned around and walked off. As I walked away, I heard this:
"you know what? You know what you get? Every time I walk down this street, I'm gonna (whistle)!!!"
I snuck back in the back door. I think my wife slept through it. My throat and forehead hurt. I haven't looked in a mirror. I really wish I had better control.
_________________ [quote="Bloor"]He's either done too much and should stay out of the economy, done too little because unemployment isn't 0%, is a dumb ingrate who wasn't ready for the job or a brilliant mastermind who has taken over all aspects of our lives and is transforming us into a Stalinist style penal economy where Christian Whites are fed into meat grinders. Very confusing[/quote]
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