The Return of the……

MESS!!! Got back in the game last Monday boozing as if I’d never stopped, still couldn’t get drunk! What the fuck like? I stopped drinking for a solid four weeks then spent the night drinking straight double Jameson and ice(only 6e a pop if you don’t mind) and was still the soberist(that can’t be a real word) one there-bullshit! Maybe its just that I seemed sober because I was in XXI’s and it was full of muppets, plus, all my friends were rendered incoherant from the consumption of a huge amount of pills.
No, I’d have to say, it wasn’t a great night. I never really got into it and the fact that my mate Growler spent the entire night starting fights didn’t help much either. The very first thing he did when we walked into the club was to fake a headbutt at two complete strangers only to stand there staring at them “wha?! fuckin’faggots!”. I grabbed his shoulder and we moved on. He’s always been a bit of an aggro asshole but this was just ridiculous, he was only going out to start a fight-its so fucking stupid.
He told me at one point around half one that he had 13 fights waiting for him outside. I told him that I wouldn’t hop in for him because he deserved a beating. He was right not to believe me because I wouldn’t do that to a mate but when someone is being that big of an idiot they don’t deserve loyalty. He was on a huge energy buzz from the pills but he couldn’t pull because he’s got a girlfriend and he’s not much of a dancer so I reckon he just said “fuck it, I’d love a bit of violence”. Doesn’t excuse his behaviour but it does explain it to a degree.
Either way, I lost him on the way out of the club and so, started asking people if they’d seen him. It wasn’t a very long search, I heard shouting behind me, who else would it be? There were at least seven lads in a big maul all itching to swing at the one and only. I rushed in at more or less the same time as the bouncers, grabbed Growler pushed him back a few yards turned him around and starting walking as calmly and as quickly away as possible. All the while, the lads who were probably just sticking up for themselves got wrapped up and pushed against the wall. Then, as we walked away, he tried to start on two Gards. I held him a bit tighter and walked a bit faster, I was not spending my night in a fucking drunk tank.
Moral of the story, people who start fights are shit. Pills make them shitter. And now I remember why I got sick of drink culture, because, even one of my best mates(who I’d gladly take the hit for) is part of the problem. Why can’t people just be cool? Clubs have cheap drinks and pretty girls-how can you get pissed off in that envioronment?