I just left the beer tent in my home town and went out and back past it. Needless to say the drunks were out. One bastard cut me off making a left in front of me and had the nerve to honk. Then as I voiced my displeasure at that guy, some idiot decides to take the drivers side and starts walking out into the road towards me. "Whatever" I think, "he's going to come out and curse or whatever". But no. The jackass takes a frigging kick at me!! He catches my right shin. I have momentum and stay up but I grab the brakes and skid to a stop. "What the hell was that?", I yell. And he keeps b(i)tching. His woman grabs him and drags him away with his other two friends. "Are you trying to kill me?!". More b(i)tching. I threaten to dismember him. If I had had one less beer or he had one less friend I would have gone back. I feel like wuss for not rolling the scum bag then and there.
There's no way he could have handled me after I'd warmed up. Maybe I'll wait for him tomorrow. Probably not.
I just had to get that out.
Maybe I should be happy to be home alive. I'll think about that. I'll also think about him probably having a busted foot.
G'Night.