Thursday, April 7, 2011
Flashback Friday one day early- The day I punked a racist hipster
Let me preface this story with a disclaimer: I do not condone arbitrary violence. (But douches should be flushed out)
A few year back I was going out with a Filipina girl. Honestly, I don't recall her name, That's how serious it was. She was nice but dumb. Dealing with her sober was painful and depressing. I tried joking with her but found out quickly that any references to politics or current events was a waste of time. To combat this problem, I would drink something when we went out.
Once, we were in Los Angeles, in Echo Park. There was a bar near the corner that looked like I'd be a Bukowski old hang out. It was dark and kinda dirty. There were real drunks inside. Most weren't drinking to be social. They were drinking to lose themselves. However sprinkled in the crowd among the disenfranchised were several hipsters.
We sat at the booth and and we began to drink. We probably said 10 words in 1 hour. I'm feeling better after the beer. Spanish music was being played in the juke box and the drunks are just pounding the beers away. My date goes to the bathroom.
"Why do they always have to play this Spanish shit", I hear a voice behind the booth.
A girl mumbles something but I can't decipher what she says.
The guy keeps getting increasingly louder and his girl keeps telling him to relax.
"Hey wanna play throw a peanut at a random Mexican?" the douchebag asks his date.
"Don't be stupid"
Then I see a peanut fly across the room and it hits a guy on his back. He doesn't notice. Now I'm curious who this a-hole is. I turn around quickly and it I see a hipster couple. The guy is skinny and has a white Tshirt and his hair is messy and his girl looks like she's on heroin.
He tells his date, "The Mexicans they only act tough. they wont do shit."
I turn my back to him and I pray to God:
Lord Please let this douchebag hit me with a peanut.
A FUCKIN' PEANUT HITS ME ON THE SHOULDER!
I leap from my booth and I get 1 inch from his face place both of my fists on his table.
He screamed like a little girl in a real high pitch "aaaaaaaaaah"
"I heard that bullshit you've been saying. We're going to play a different game. Send you to the hospital."
Security comes and we are asked to leave. My date has no idea what has happened because she was in the bathroom when the incident occured.
The truth is I wasn't even angry. Nor was I even planning to harm him. But I did want him to learn an important lesson: People may call you ou on your bullshit and Los Angeles is a crazy town with crazier people.