Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Young, Dumb and Drunk, and Uneducated, and Rude, and Ugly, and....Fuck it just read it

So yesterday I went our to Headliner's Which if you don't know is a pretty decent place, it has a central dance floor a couple indoor bars and a large outdoor bar in the back. We were there for my friend Jon's 21st ( btw CONGRATS motherfucker, you Finally Joined the Club) so we had a couple drinks, I had a couple Gin and Tonics two shots of Jack and a Yeungling, I had to keep it on an even keel cus I had to drive home ( BTW DON'T EVER DRINK DRUNK that's one of the most reckless and irresponsible things to do) that being said I drank early and had more than just a couple hours to sober up, So I decided to swing by my friendly neighborhood Mcdonalds because everyone knows like IKE AND TINA turner, booze and fast food love each other while at the same time making you pay for it later. So Mcdonald's it was!


I get inside the near deserted restaurant And order me a fucking Big MOTHERFUCKIN' Mac. and some fries and some DRANK. Little did I know I was about to be raided by a bunch of Fresh out of High school Punk that Look Like this Horse Shit.

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The Only fucking small problem with this whole arrangement was that this was in PUBLIC. I'm tired, slightly drunk, by myself, and enjoying my buzz and a couple carloads of these fucking jackasses come strolling in through the fucking front door. there was the generic clubhead with a ridiculous bronzed tan between the liquified gel from his hair on his face and the retarded darkening of his skin i could practically see myself in the fucking reflection. Gelface and his friend who obviously thinks "I'M AN 18 YEAR OLD BAD ASS CUS I HAVE A CAPRICORN TRIBAL TATTOO ON MY ARM" both wore ridiculously tight wife beaters, which I found hilarious considering they both were about 130lbs.soaking wet. I tried to ignore the gagglefuck of slutty East Brunswick Highschool graduates they brought, but it was kinda hard focusing on my meal when the very air wafts of Cheap trashy white girl perfume Weed and booze. The perfume was so strong that it practically yelled "$1.99 BLOW JOBS". These girls were dressed in their sunday finest, if by that i meant that every Sunday they stand on a corner waiting to suck a john off for pocket change. There was even a WHALE, this Shamu looking bitch was drunk, screaming how "I MISS AUSTIN" I'm gonna assume she meant a guy, cus Austin Texas is actually one of the healthiest Cities in the US and this bitch was one walking tub of lard. she could spit and you could refill your cars motor oil, she was so fucking greasy. But As a older drunk, i decided to wait patiently. I waited and waited and waited. I waited through the drunk kid who half fell into my table nearly scattering my fries everywhere. the capricorn wearing jackass who nearly sat on my fucking fries ( what the fuck is it with drunks trying to fuck with my fries?) . It wasn't until Capricorn fuck face (that's his new name by the way) decided to start yelling as loud as he could "everyone shut the fuck up, I'm trying to order!"
     When he did that, Not only did I look up but a slightly older couple did as well. as did the tired looking Hispanic crew who probably just got done working some illegal night gig. That did it for me, the inherent lack of RESPECT, for the restaurant, the people working there, the other customers including me, and respect for himself pushed me past the fucking brink. i calmly looked that little jumped up piece of shit ( no matter how much you shine and bronze and tan it a piece of shit is s till a turd) and told him to shut the fuck up.ZERO ANGER. I figured getting angry would just rile him up more so I spoke to this little shit for brains very very calmly. I explained to him how I was trying to enjoy my meal, when his douchbag friends and their slut dates ( word for word btdubs) came in and blew my buzz. He snorted at me and told me "so what man? it's a free country" GOD DAMN I HATE THAT FUCKING LINE. So instead of getting into a shouting match with him I explained how I was an Amateur MMA enthusiast, and the whole Military college and Army shindig. I told him how we train and get ready to get deployed to shoot insurgents. I also explained to him that beating the ever loving shit out of a 18year old punk would mean absolutely nothing to me with as much subtle menace i could muster into my voice.
I guess I should be a fucking Actor cus this boy left more than just a little turd in his pants, he was practically hyperventilating and looking around to see if any of his faggot friends would back him up (which they didn't) .I explained to him that he and his friends had time to order their fucking food and get the fuck out before I slapped some sense into him.  THEY ACTUALLY FORMED A LINE. I didn't know i could muster that much fear. frankly it's addicting but anyways. I continued to eat and i thought to myself, what kind of fucking parents must those kids have to be raised with such little respect for people. Then I saw their cars, all Luxury class cars or some souped up ricer that was  bought with daddy's money. Now I don't rag on someone for being well off, but I can tell when a man has worked or his money and when an man has had his fortune handed to him. and call me crazy ,but I believe, i truly sincerely believe, that a man who has worked for his station in life is much more respectful, and understanding of his surroundings. I know I'm not that much older than them but i feel a legitimate generation gap. I got the shit spanked out of me for being disrespectful and not listening and behaving like an animal in public, I'm assuming these kids weren't brought up around decent human beings because they act like fucking animals.

frankly I believe it wasn't too late for those children, I say children because 18 doesn't make you a fucking adult in my book, to get the shit spanked out of them. I think they needed a good lesson in manners. So I may have dropped a 911 phone call to the cops how a bunch of drunk teens in cars matching descriptions of their vehicles were joyriding down on rt 18 as they left the Mcdonalds. call me petty but Fuck 'em
-GAME OVER-

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