Another cautionary tale brought to you by Jack Daniels
A fist full of years ago I threw a labor day kegger. I just came down with a summer cold, but the party must go on. There was already a keg of beer. My friend was making a run out to town and I was drinking on an empty stomach. I gave him 40 bucks to get 10 chicken sandwiches and a bottle "grampas old cough syrup". He comes back with a fifth of jack, another keg and some fucking skinheads he sold weed to and not a single chicken sandwich in sight. I grab the bottle, spit in it and claim it for my lunch.
Next thing it was midnight. My knuckles were bloody I had lost my shirt and I was spotted with bruises. There was shattered glass and blood and everybody was really pissed off at me.
The rest is based on hear say.
As it turned out I kept slapping the skinheads in an effort to get them out of there. Problem was I already kicked their ride out and they had no way to get home. I guess they finally got fed up with being slapped around like bitches. Basically a riot broke out and I was going berzerker on everybody within arms reach including everybody that was just watching my back.