So, apparently I was drunk, and some dude tried to fight me, and everyone jumped in to keep him from my throat and I wanted to talk to him, and blah, blah, blah..
I don't even remember how it started, or really what happened at all that night. I'd just drunk myself into oblivian..
Brad tells me that we went to get a feed after, and he was saying “Well he wanted to fight you, dude.”, and I was like “Well, I wouldn't have fought him..”, and Brad was like “But he was going to fight you”, and I was like “Well I wouldn't have fought back” and then Brad was like “But he WAS GOING TO FIGHT YOU DUDE.” and then I was like “Well, you know, what *is* fighting anyway..?”
Man, I'm deep.
John.