last nite after martin had his loudmouth tequila out of the blue he insults my toque.
anyway he was going off about how when i left the house i must have thought i was hot shit and looked really cool or whatever and in my head i thought ok should i make a big deal out of this or should i let it go, cos usually with martin little things easily turn to full-blown arguments and i was like fuck you dude, i didn’t think shit about myself when i walked out the door, that’s why i’m wearing this fucking hat.
that’s the part that made me angry, when people assume shit about how you think of yourself and ESPECIALLY when they drop the cool bomb.
martin is a metrosexual, he likes expensive things and 200 dollar t-shirts so if i told him that my hat was worth 2 bills he’d be all over it.
turns out he had ulterior motives, he wanted the hat for himself so his tactic was to insult the shit out of me so i would be all OK here you go, take my fucking hat.
oh and then i walked into the big screen television at the pub.
the end.
