Sunday, Hung-the-f-over

What it boils down to, pretty much, is that you rep your shit. It really doesn’t matter if you’re right, or wrong, because who is the fucking judge of that? Who can honestly come up to you, and say that you’re wrong for doing or saying something, when they themselves have done or said something similar, or at least thought about it.
Sometimes, you gotta kick someone in the stomach, if he’s repping some SM singer guy nonstop ‘cause he’s drunk, and you’re tuning him out, but he’s starting to get upset because he’s crazy about this guy, and starting to get in people’s faces about it, and no one cares, really, except for him, about this singer guy. You laugh it off, ignore the fool, but the guy with the tats, and the scar going from his forehead to the base of his skull, he’s getting pissed, ‘cause the fool pushed him when he dissed the singer, so he goes and kicks the fool, about to throw down, fucking kill the little bitch, you saw the knife.
Sometimes, in that situation, you just back your boys and rep your set, ready to throw down on the fool, to beat him within an inch of his life. To save face, to show your boys that you can hang, no matter how weak or illogical that may sound, because, when you boil it down, when you take that last breath, do you want to know that you did good to people, that you bent over backwards so that no one got hurt, or that you threw down and stuck to your guns. Or that you beat the shit out of some guy, just out of principle. Not that it really happened, but it was damn fucking close. That fool almost went to the hospital.
But what I’m working over here is the underlying tendency, on my own part, to try to appease, to try to work with the other side, but that puts you in the middle, allied with neither party, prey to all. So, no matter what, pick your side and stick to it. Skin that smokewagon, and see what happens. No one likes a bitch, or a turncoat, even if it is diffused by the negligible importance of the issue at hand, fuck it. You feel so much better if you choose a route and see it through, if you have an opinion and don’t sell it out to another idea, if you can walk up to someone and they can tell that, while you’re not closed to other ideas, you’ll rep your shit, and maybe think about what they were saying, and change your mind, but for that moment, when your neck was on the line, you said “by no means will you convince me that my opinion is wrong, or that I should retract my previous comment. If you or someone else hurts or tries to hurt me because of it, bring the fucking pain.” Anyone who breaks your nose after that, will respect you for life, will be your friend, because he knows, no matter what happens, as long as your position is clear on a matter, you’ll rep it to shit and back.
Sometimes, you get so drunk with your friends, and you made the fucking conscious decision to do so, that you pass up the blond trying to get in your pants, which would have been fruitless anyway, what with you being so drunk and limpdick that her orgasm would have been assured, but never yours. Still, it’s fucking unusual to tell a girl,”listen I’m here with my friends so I’m going to turn around and walk away and maybe I’ll see you later.” She ate it up, and was mine for the rest of the night. At least till I got too drunk to stand on my own. Olde Bouyah.