Last Friday I almost got into another fight but this time it was because I was breaking up a fight between one of my boys and some jackass who was acting like….a jackass. The guy must have been drunk because when I stepped inbetween them to break them apart he thought that it was me that hit him in his eye, that was now bleeding. I didn’t know this at the time and was confused on why the guy was yelling at me for hitting him. When I started moving toward him to straighten it out my other boys held me back. The guy got pissed and stormed out of the club pissed off. I found my friend who was in the fight and realized that we looked almost identical with our glasses and black shirts and short hair. It was funny and we laughed it off and had a great time. I swear I’m not as violent as it seems. It was just one of those weeks.