One kid (and his 7 friends) who wanted to fight tonight decided to say that he used to "slit chink's throats and fuck their babies." My friend and couple of his friends proceeded to beat the shit out them. "Only I can say that to Matt" said my friend (and he is right). They ran away yelling victory but the guy--who used the fact that my jacket was camo ("Are you in the Army?" "No?" "Why wear camo if you're not in the army?") to instigate the whole shit--was left bleeding down on the ground, face kicked in twice, and whose hand afterwards resembled that of Keyser Soze in Usual Suspects. My friend who did the ass kicking (Nick--You shoulda been there!) ate bull cock at St Marks earlier that night. I had unagi. Mine was tasty. But we were still hungry, or rather, I was still hungry and my friend wanted to erase the memory of bull cock, had pizza afterwards.
Previously, we had a crapload of free shots--thanks to the slutty bartender who slept with a friend of a friend--along with 2 dollar PBRs--NOT at Botanica, for once.
What a strange night. More stories from tonight for those trusted friends. I love my friends who'll say the most racist shit to me and it'll crack me up, but then they will fucking beat the shit out anyone else who says the same stuff to me.