crack fights on 6th street

ok, so like last night we're going to practice, and we're like lets stop at the taqueria on the way. so corey being already kinda drunk or something opens up my car door and slams it into a metal bike rack thing, cuz he's a drunk clumsy fool. but it's cool, cuz whatever, like my car can get any more fucked up looking? so anyways, as this happens and he gets out of the car, this white late 20s looking speed head junkie whatever is like, "crack?" and corey's like, no thanks i don't do crack. and the guy is like no, you cracked the door. and corey's like whatever, no thanks. and so we're starting to walk off and the guy is like, no you look like you smoke crack, you skinny ass little faggot or whatever. and corey is like, fuck you whatever, yr the crack head trying to sell me crack. and the guy is like, fuck you i kick yr fucking ass right now right here. and we're like walking away, like whatever dude, fucking crackhead junkie loser. so we go into fuckin' taqueria cancun and i'm starting to order, and motherfucker has done followed us in and is like hollering in the doorway, fuck you little bitch i'll fight you right now, and corey is like, all right, let's do this. and the guy comes at him and corey is like dude i'm not trying to fight you, but then the guy is throws a punch and corey dodges, and it kinda turns into some kinda slap fight or some shit cuz this street junkie can't really fight, but still he's on corey so i'm like jumping around hollering yelling, hey junkie dude, fuckin' stop fighting, fuckin' back off - when what i really should have done is grabbed him from behind and pulled him to the ground. but i'm not really a fighter and i don't know my shit. anyways, by this point corey has gotten some fuckin' brass knuckles on and says he got a couple light punches to the head of this junkie fool's head. the best the tweaker could do is get light poke jab at corey's eye, and he was fine, not even red or swollen. so at this point customers and staff are like, oh shit, and i'm like goddamnit, i gotta call the cops, but then this black guy comes in and pulls the junkie off of corey, and everyone is basically on corey's side cuz he's way smaller and didn't throw the first punch or anything, and like the black pulls the junkie off and is like whatever guy, you won, you won, just get out and leave. so he fuckin' leaves and that's about it. this older latino queen was like to me, hey you should have grabbed that guy, don't let him call no one a faggot, and i felt real bad for not jumping into the middle of it, but corey insists that he had the situation covered and that he would have only needed help if he ended up on the floor. but i still felt bad, i could have grabbed the guy and slammed him to the ground or something, i guess. anyways, the whole rest of the night corey is like, i can't believe i got into a fight on 6th street and yay i got to use my brass knuckles, over and over calling all of his friends. so that was some real bullshit, and it was too bad tommi missed out while visiting the liquor store, cuz y'all don't wanna try to fight tommi. but so yeah, what an awesome neighborhood we rehearse in, at least it's gotta a great taqueria and cheap tasty vietnamese food.

still bummed about the print job on the cd, but fuckin' trying to move past it.