>>55841148Were it so simple. I didn't have the swagger I do now, but I had my hair grown out and nothing but vinegar in my guts back then. Some people like to reflect on the fights they've won, but me? My mind always goes back to the one I lost.
My friend and his friends wanted to take me for a night on the town, and what kind of college student would I have been to refuse? We go bar-hopping through the heart of the city and the charming one of the group manages to weasel us into a nightclub--couldn't tell you which one even if I was sober at the time. Well, I never learned how to dance even in the best of times, but I sure knew how to make myself comfortable at a bar stool. Really, not a bad way to end a long night until Rodriguez walks in with his posse and fills up the counterspace. You've seen the type before. Popped collars, beaded crucifix necklaces, polished dress shoes, loud colors and louder mouths. I feel a splash of iced drink on my shoulder and turn in my stool to ask them to keep it down.
What I said, paraphrasing, was "hey, champ, take it easy."
What Cholo next to me heard was "fuck you, fuck your whore girlfriend, and fuck your grandmother's ashes." My fault, really, for suggesting he do something he didn't want to do.
My next suggestion was to take this discussion to the bathroom, which he was all too eager to accept.
