i am never eating jalapenos again i don’t care how drunk i am those little bitches are harsh.

as a last drink food-in we went to the tap and got nachos and beer ate the fuck out of them paid the tab and i went to use the bathroom, i dunno if you have ever been to the tap but its clientele are solely comprised of haggy trashy cougars, wanksta overflow dudes from the brunswick house, and guys with kevin smith goatees – LAME O’CLOCK.

so on my way to the bathroom i knocked into about 5 people but only cos i was wasted and was like fuck it i’m leaving and they are all guilty of breaking firecode by standing in the one route available to get to the bathroom. i do my thing and come back out but on my way this table of about seven boys who think they come from bushwick but they are whiter than rice with oversized baseball hats with 180 degree brims and oversized everything for clothing, this one particular teenager puts his ass out to make me bump into him and they all think it is HA-LA-RIOUS, they’re all standing there at one of those high tables sharing a pitcher or whatever.

no child, that was NOT funny.

so as i am bumping into him i bodycheck him into his table and immediately they all stop laughing and the kid turns at me and i have crazy eye and i mouth/yelled FUCKING MOVE and he went bug-eyed and as i went over to fil they all busted up in nervous laughter.

so i tell fil about it as we leave and he is knee-deep in drunk also so rageahol tough-guy comes out of him while i am describing the story of how intimidating i can be to boys with fake ids and fil wants to go back and beat them all up so he keeps walking back and forth pacing as i am trying to walk us home and i am like seriously dude you want to go in there and fight a bunch of wankstas? do you want to be that guy i mean i would have your back cos i am certainly fucked in the head enough to get into a pointless bar brawl that’s already been squared as far as i am concerned but you want to walk all the way back to punch a little kid in the face?

fil: yes.

anyway it didn’t happen.

though if it did this is what fil’s next blog entry would be:

DEAR BLOG I HAD A PRETTY DECENT CAREER UNTIL I BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF A 19 YEAR OLD AT THE TAP NOW I HAVE A 2 YEAR SENTENCE AND A BROKEN HAND AND I AM TYPING THIS WITH MY TONGUE AND RAYMI WILL PROBABLY BREAK UP WITH ME COS SHE TRIED TO TALK ME OUT OF GOING BACK THERE TO BEAT UP THOSE GUYS FOR PLAYING A LITTLE BAR-JOKE ON HER BUT UNFORTUNATELY FOR THEM THEY MESSED WITH THE WRONG GUY! PS MY CAR AND MOTORCYCLE WERE SOLD FOR BAIL MONEY