Ah, we'll I beg your pardons. I may embellish a tad here and there, but the lizard brain usually embellishes much on its own, so I stick to what I recall, for fear of becoming silly.
And I figured the aardvark was a bygone conclusion, so I I left it out. Don't wish to bore all the good folks here.
As for the fight with the lawyer (if he even was that), it was the weirdest thing. I was watching a street performance, and I hear a voice behind me say "if you don't move your fucking ass from this spot I'm going to knock your teeth out." I turn around to see a little man, all dressed up in nice winter business wear, staring me up. "You're just like all those other California fuckers" he snarled, and squared off with his fists up. I have no idea where he got that idea. On a side note, he was maybe 5' 8" and 160 pounds.
I'm 6'7" and 220.
Now, I do live in LA, and have for five years, but spent my whole life prior that in Alaska, as well as a few years abroad, so I in no way align with California, other than the cheap booze and vibrant Hispanic population I work and drink with. I told him as much while I was helping him off the ground and into the nearest bar to buy him a drink.
You just gotta admire that type of courage.
Vegas?
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Re: Vegas?
Making my own city lights out of bourbon and the stars of a barroom fight.
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Love it! Great story.AntonArkydivich wrote:Ah, we'll I beg your pardons. I may embellish a tad here and there, but the lizard brain usually embellishes much on its own, so I stick to what I recall, for fear of becoming silly.
And I figured the aardvark was a bygone conclusion, so I I left it out. Don't wish to bore all the good folks here.
As for the fight with the lawyer (if he even was that), it was the weirdest thing. I was watching a street performance, and I hear a voice behind me say "if you don't move your fucking ass from this spot I'm going to knock your teeth out." I turn around to see a little man, all dressed up in nice winter business wear, staring me up. "You're just like all those other California fuckers" he snarled, and squared off with his fists up. I have no idea where he got that idea. On a side note, he was maybe 5' 8" and 160 pounds.
I'm 6'7" and 220.
Now, I do live in LA, and have for five years, but spent my whole life prior that in Alaska, as well as a few years abroad, so I in no way align with California, other than the cheap booze and vibrant Hispanic population I work and drink with. I told him as much while I was helping him off the ground and into the nearest bar to buy him a drink.
You just gotta admire that type of courage.
Characters, setting, plot, conflict and theme are all right there in one paragraph. Great style.
Reminds me of Hemingway's "For sale: Baby shoes. Never used."
I look forward to reading more of your posts.
Now, done with English 101 and back to Drinking 151!
Cheers.
DRINK!