yeah, but when you're the only one on your side, and her whole husband's family is looking at you like they're waiting for an opportunity to lynch you and bury you in the backyard. I was waiting for the invite to take the discussion outside one-to-one before I made any threats, plus wasn't my home, and I told the man (I like to call him Chubs) that I wasn't leaving till the owner's of the home asked me to leave, or I felt comfortable leaving (I was very drunk at the time).
Normally, I'm the one keeping my friends out of fights, well, not anymore, I've stopped hanging out with that crowd of people who comes back to work the next week with bruises and black eyes and a pathetic story about a fight they got themselves involved in that they are not sure how it even started.
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