"reading this was like watching a movie... and I read every word"

So here's what happened. My friends wanted to go to the club saturday night but I absolutely refused. I'm so fuckin broke and I had just spent $200 fixing an exhaust leak in my car saturday afternoon, I didn't have money to pitch up for booze or go to the club. Last time they paid for my broke ass and I don't feel comfortable with them continuing to do it. So my boy finally gives up and asks me if I can just be the designated driver and he'll give me some weed to compensate me. I think about, and figure what the hell I'll just drive him down, smoke a blunt, finish watching No Country for Old Men, than go pick him up and smoke a blunt with all them.

Well, as usual with this fucking kid, we don't end up leaving until a half hour after he calls me out and I have to drive him to his dads etc. So finally we leave and I'm in the car with 4 drunk ass motherfuckers, all younger than me. 2 girls 2 dudes. I don't know the girls but it didn't take me long to get pissed as fuck. THEY WERE ALL SO DRUNK and I was sober as hell trying to find my way to the club because the normal way was under construction. My drunk ass friend has me GOING IN CIRCLES and shit, so we drive around for 20 minutes down town with him fucking me all up with directions until finally we get there. Right before we get there the girls in the back start making fun of his ghetto accent and he starts getting super pissed. He starts yelling about fighting her boyfriend and saying if my other boy in the back didn't say who her boyfriend was he was going to punch him.

He's basically freaking out in the front seat until I calm him down. Quiety, "_____, nobody is testing your manhood bro. just calm down" him - but blah blah blah. Me, "it's not that big of a deal man." He looks at me and says, "is it really not that big of a deal?". I tell him "no." and the fight is over, all tension is gone. Just in time for me to drop them off.

So I leave. I got home smoke a blunt and don't even get a chance to finish the movie because we took so long getting there. Instead I watch some dude get KO'd with a flying knee strike on Showtime.

Finally I leave to go pick them back up. Keep in mind, I have no idea how to get down there since the normal way is blocked off and the first time we went down there we got lost so much that I had no way of knowing how to find my way back to the Club. So don't you know it, this fucker, the only 1 of the 4 down there who knows his way there, won't answer his phone.

I'm getting so fucking pissed. I get ahold of my other friend and tell him to put ____ on the phone. He says he's not with them.

After about 10 minutes of this, ______ finally gets on the phone. He's still drunk as hell and he's barely paying attention to me. Now, it's getting me angry, but that's just how this kid is, he's always an unappreciative disrespectful fuck so I keep my patience. I keep telling him where I'm at and he's like half listening while talking to some girl.

He turns me around downtown and he's got me going in retarded directions. I get so fucking mad I tell him, "listen dude, if you don't shut the fuck up with that girl and pay attention I WILL turn around and go home."

So finally he leaves the girl and tries giving me directions. Oh. My. God. This mother fucker had me cross the same bridge twice, tried to make me do it three times. I was right next to the club at one point and he told me to turn around, go back across the bridge. He was telling me to go left, I'd go left and he'd be like - WHERE ARE YOU? And I was getting infuriated with his terrible directions and him being so shitty about me being lost even though HE WAS THE ONE TELLING ME THE WRONG WAY TO GO, so I start flipping out and telling him listen mother fucker if you tell me the wrong way to go one more motherfucking time I"m going home.

More of the same. wrong way, going in circles. Getting completely fucking lost. He must have told me to cross this bridge 8 times. Of course I didn't each time but he was just drunk and babbliing and he wouldn't just shut up and answer my questions.

I literally asked him, "dude, is this a joke? like, are you messing with me right now?" And he said no. I'm saying, this kid knows his way around down town really well and he had me fucking up LIKE CRAZY. Telling me to turn left, I'd say TURN LEFT ARE YOU SURE, he'd say yeah. Then literally 1 minute later go - You turned left!? I told tyou go right!


After 30 minutes of this (this was 5 fucking minutes worth of directions), after he told me to go the wrong way so many times I hear the girl return and he asks, where you at man? I tell him where I'm at, and it's nowhere close to the club. Well he starts laughing at me with the girl. I fucking LOSE it!

I go off, "LISTEN HERE MOTHERFUCKER I'M GOING HOME FUCK YOU! AND WHEN YOU DO GET HOME COME TO MY MOTHERFUCKING HOUSE I'LL BE IN THE DRIVEWAY WAITING FOR YOU!"

Now. This may seem harsh, but you have to understand the entire scope of this. This kid is always like this. He acts like he's doing me a favor when I"M the one wasting my saturday night picking up his drunk ass at the club. Everyone who knows us, including his exgirlfriend who I HATE and who I don't even talk to anymore, side with me when he tells the story. They know, it's typical _____ and they also know I"m not the type of person to leave my friends behind unless there is an amazingly good reason.

So I leave. He calls me up talking tough and saying I can't believe you left us down here. I was so fucking pissed, this peice of shit never apologized ONCE for making me go the wrong way, doing illegal U turns down town, almost getting me on the fucking highway out of the city which thankfully I recognized and illegally turned out of that lane too.

Of course, I feel bad. I hate to leave friends down there and make them take a bus, especially my other boy who has nothing to do with this kid fucking me over.

So we keep calling each other, he's acting tough, I keep telling him to meet me in the driveway when he gets home. He tells me he's going to have his boys come (he has a LOT of "gangster" friends) and I tell him well what about giving me the fair one? Huh? I thought you were going to give me the fair one why you need your boys to roll up? He gets all quiet. I hang up.

Eventually I go inside and chill out. It's like 245am and I'm dozing off when I get a call, "yo motherfucker i got a whip now you still wanna act tough?" I think about it for a second, I'm tired and literally about to pass out... I answer, "hmmm yeah, I'll be at the end of the driveway waiting for you."

I hang up, put my clothes on, and proceed to wait in my driveway for him. after 15 minutes i hear a car FLYING on it's way to my house. It FLIES by and it's his exgirls car, the one I hate, the one that sided with me when she heard this story. He goes around the block and finally pulls up in front of my house. I think he's going to step out the passenger side and that she was driving, but no, she's not there he's driving.

So I run up to the car when he's about to open the door and I start throwing punches. He retreats into the car and winds up the window. I start yelling COME ON MOTHERFUCKER COME ON and beating on the car and window. So he starts to open the car door again and I swing it open and start bombing on him, not really hitting anything clean though. I step back and say COME ON GET OUT THE CAR COME ON. Well he's looking at me scared as fuck and doesn't come out and closes the door again. I go up AND THE DOORS UNLOCKED. I open the door and start BLASTING HIM, a couple times upside the head a few times to the body. I step back and he starts yelling - DUDE WHY YOU FIGHTING ME WHAT THE FUCK!

So I back up and he gets out of the car with his hands out to the side saying " come on dude you're going to fight me over directions!?"... completely ignoring the fact he was talking mad shit earlier and just drove up to my house at 3am to fight me. I tell him to stop coming towards me or I'm going to knock him out. I'm keeping a 3 feet distance and my eyes are locked on his chin. But this kid is my boy and he knows I have a big heart so he starts talking all like, "go ahead and hit me then, we're friends i'm not going to hit you back go ahead then you can hit me all you want I'm not going to punch you back"

So I calm down. Once he realizes I'm calmed down he starts yelling again, and EVEN STARTS ACTING TOUGH AGAIN. This exact instance happened a few times, he'd be in my face giving me a guilt trip and he's start yelling, "FINE IF YOU WANT TO FIGHT ME LETS DO IT I'LL GIVE YOU THE FAIR ONE, YOU THINK I'M A PUSSY COME ON THEN IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?"

And I start getting super pissed and say - YEAH FINE THEN FUCK IT- and I jump back and put my hands up to fight him. Like this has been boiling up for years and years and years now, I was ready to really hurt him. And of course, as soon as I'd do that, he'd turn away from me and start talking to my other friend.

I tried to leave multiple times as well, but he wouldn't let me he just kept trying to talk to me about it saying how good friends we were and he can't believe I'd do that.

The entire time this is happening he is yelling at the top of his lungs. we know the cops are going to come. Finally, about 15 minutes after I punched him the cops arrive. He fucking TAKES OFF.

Whats the stupidest part about this you ask? HE HAS HIS EXGIRLFRIENDS CAR PARKED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD WHERE I RAN UP ON HIM AT!!!!!! So the cops get to patting us down and like the G I am I keep it real cool. "yes officer, no officer, whatever you say officer". My friend and I apologize for being loud and we say nothing about _____ just running away... that is until... the cop goes - "so who's car is this".

Me and my friend, "uhhhh...." so we say it was our friend and he ran. Well why'd he run? We don't know that's what he always does when he sees cops.

Well they end up finding out his name from the 2 girls still sitting in the car, and they know who he is because he's ALWAYS in trouble.

Finally he came back and told them I punched him but didn't want to press charges. He seriously doesn't know how to talk to cops he was such a dumbass about it. "naw man, fuck that I didn't do nothing"

So after they get him in cuffs they tell me I can leave (finally, they tricked me to sitting in the cop car where you can't just get up and leave yourself). That's when I got home and posted this.

At 530am I get a call to my house phone, I had lost my cell phone in the altercation earlier. It wakes my parents up, they wake me up, and I have to go out and give _____ his money he let me hold for him while he went to the club and his car keys. Of course, being the stand up guy I am, I come out, give him his money and get his keys.

His exgirlfriend drove him there. He later told me she called the cops on him in between our altercation and the 530am visit.

Anyways, he apologized. He said he didn't mean to do that to me, it wasn't intentional and he's sorry. He said he was partially to blame but "you have to admit it's part your fault too". and it was, I let my temper get the best of me, so I apologized for not handling it in a more calmly manner and for punching him. We shook/hug and that was it.

I talked to him today briefly. He just told me about his exgirl siding with me (i've known her my whole life, he basically has too) and how they got in a huge fight downtown and how she called 911 on him.

Either way, it sucked balls I had to do that. You see, I'm the friend everyone knows they can depend on. If you get locked up in jail, every single one of my friends knows who to call to bail them out. If a party gets busted by cops and they run and need to be picked up in a remote location, call me. I've done the latter for ____ before, and for my other friend who unfortunately got involved in this situation.

It just got to the point where I was so far away from the club, I had been so close, and this clown had me LITERALLY going in circles, I had been trying to do this 5 minute trip for a half hour, AND he was acting like an asshole to me on the phone about it, acting like I was the dumbass when I was just following HIS directions, than laughing at me about it when a girl was there, that I had to put my foot down. It might have been another half hour before I found him, we were making ZERO progress, and I simply wasn't putting up with it anymore.















the title was a response i got from the boxing forum i frequent.

 

I no doubt should have done this. But I was high.