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Last night I had to give this girl I've been hanging out with a ride home from work. As she exited the strip club to get into my car (she's a waitress, a pretty conservative one at that) a brotha in a leisure suit was escorted out for being unruly. The bouncer, a 400 lb biscuits and gravy eating white boy, had a little too much fun performing this task, and while taking high fives from co-workers, didn't see the brotha get up, dust off his knees, put his gold chain in his pocket, and proceed to catch said bouncer with a left uppercut to the eye. The assailant was a little fella, but he packed quite a punch, for it dropped his opponent to the ground. In fact, I've never witnessed such an extreme blow. The rest of the bouncers grabbed the brotha quickly, took him to the side of the club where they are no cameras, and proceeded to kick the living shit out of him. When they were finished, the guy was spitting blood, but he still vowed to return with a gun to anybody within shouting distance.
I saw this from behind the wheel of my car. My friend seemed unfazed, like it happens all the time, and proceeded to complain about how slow the club was, and how little she made. I don't believe I heard another word she said for the rest of the 20 minute drive home, my mind so obsessed with the violence.
I got home at midnight. The Godfather II was beginning on TMC. Just as the Cuban Revolution started, as Michael discovered it was Fredo whohad leaked the information to Johnny Olaf and Hymen Roth, my eyes got heavy, so I went to bed, agitated that I couldn't make it all the way through one of the greatest films in cinema history. This was at 2:00 am.
This morning, 8 hours later, I turned on the TV to catch the Lakers/Suns game, and found the movie in the same place as when I went to bed- I mean literally the same spot, like I had paused it before going to bed - so I got to catch my favorite section, where Michael testifies before the senate committee, and then has his brother murdered on the boati n the gorgeous Lake Tahoe afternoon.
Once the game is over, I'm going to walk along the river, where two days ago I found a dead squirrel hanging from the "No Trspassing" sign along Mrs. Henderson's levee property. When I asked her about it, she told me the squirrels eat away at her levee, so she shot it with her pellet gun, hoping the county officials would now believe that her gun is more than just for show. This woman is 82, but looks 55. She is quite feisty.
As horrific as this dead carcass was, it was also quite surreal - like the squirrel had just been crawling on the sign and got stuck mid-flight. In fact. now that I reflect on things, it's quite humorous to envision how the hunting took place.
Yup, that's right, just another day in paradise.