Recap of the story since I am sober.
This dude has always talked shit about me behind my back. I ain't never said a dam thing to him, as I avoid conflict. Well last night his 18 yr old brother told him I was talking shit. I was drunk as a skunk, and when he came up talking shit to me I told him I hadn't said nothing (which I hadn't) and asked him what his god dam problem was.
Wrong answer.
Took a hard *** lick to my left temple/eye region as I was walking off. I asked him WTF that was for? And about that time his bro came from my side and hit my in my other eye. I hit the ground with my elbow, which ****ed it up.
Owned.
I went on a "roid rage" (i'm not on roids, but you would think I was after seeing my when I am drunk/mad) and it took 3 or 4 people to hold me back. I don't understand why they held me back. Maybe to save my ***, I don't know. The two **** who hit me hauled *** out of there cause the girl said she was calling the cops.
I wish I woulda been sober now.