2007-04-24 - 1:44 a.m.
So I'm shooting pool and feeling like kicking somebody's ass and waiting for my best friend to show. He shows but not alone, he's got two raver chicks and another guy with him. I try to swallow it and be personable. Guy and I shoot some pool, I win, he talks shit about my pool game.
About my pool game. Not my dick or my mother or something inconsequential like that.
So we play another game, give him a chance to tie things up. He loses harder this time, cause now I'm pissed directly at him. The shit talk continues, and of course my drinking never really stopped.
I decide to make things clear at this point so things don't get out of hand. I figure Rob's told him at least a little about me, and maybe a warning would even be appreciated.
"Roger, you need to know something. I don't like you."
He picks up my empty and PRETENDS to break it on the table.
I took out a knife and set it on the table in front of him, said "You can have THAT if you want."
He didn't make a move to pick it up or stand, so I put it in my pocket and went to take a piss.
So today, months later, I get a text message from Rob: Yay! Roger thinks you're cool. Thanks for the pizza!
That's right, fuckers. I'll threaten your life and you'll still love me.
I got it like that.
