#goldschronicle

I have done nothing wrong ever in my entire life

👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽 !!!

👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽💛

“Fuck ya just say?”

Of course, he’d been itching for another fight since before they’d even made their way to the outskirts for this dive. He knew the owner here. Good ole Frank wouldn’t call the cops even for gunfire. Only bar still standing from back when he would cut class. And Booster had followed along unfazed like he knew a night out was only a night out with blown speakers, a bloody nose, and drinking to your own conquests. He was almost proud.

“No, I asked what ya said, not for an apology.”

Before the Polo could respond, Guy had him knocked back, his bony legs tripping backwards over his date and their table trying to steady himself. A couple of yuppie college snots, then a few thick-necked losers sporting their letters from a Dinksville, MD college that was more known for grade inflation--well, that’s how he’d advised his seniors towards it anyway back when he taught at Dinksville High--than their wrestling team. By the time he was finished with them, he was sure he had hauled the whole team up and out. A couple years older and they wouldn’t have got off so easy. Thumbsuckers. Might’ve walked away with their pride intact if they hadn’t needed to learn to respect their elders. Little shits didn’t get to embarrass him in front of his date.

One of the girls, real pretty girl, had been drinking straight whiskey. He slams it. Teach them to call him a ‘drunk old man.’ He wasn’t drinking alone tonight. Fuck. He was already drunk, but he wasn’t drinking alone.

To prove it, doesn’t matter that they won’t see, he knocks his way back towards the bar where he can see Booster hasn’t budged an inch. Didn’t exactly rush to offer back up and had been a backstabbing wingman the whole night. And now he’s downing Guy’s beer.

‘Course he was here for the free drinks. Just like most of Guy’s dates anyway. Not that this was one. He just knew the guy, and was past expecting anything else.

Besides, he was riding on adrenaline and victory. And booze. He slams the rocks glass down on the bar next to his companion and plops down to sit on the stool beside him.

how d are you

STOP

do i need to block u too