My fight and near arrest

As Ira noted in his entry Johnny T did get in a fight. Last night was one of the craziest nights of my life. Around 3:00 I head to campus to hang out with fellow geeky economist. We drink beer lots of it and by 8:30 its dark, so we head to the bar. Well just me and another guy head to the bar. Met some cute ass girls and some other cute ass girls I have apparently met before, although I had no recollection of the occurrence. By now its 11:00 and I am fucking hammered. Hammered in the sense that I am talking to everyone, and can remember all but the small details. One detail I will never forget is getting in a fight. And when the cops showed up. So Paul, my fellow econ friend is a smoker and we are trying to find him a cigarette. I get one, go outside, and he’s standing in front of two big black guys, big like 20-25 pounds on me, so not huge. Paul throws off his bag, fuck it, I throw off mine. I think, What the fuck am I doing, wait obviously I wasn’t fucking thinking. So I get punched a few times throw a few of my own, fall down, get up. Just picture me running around in a 4 foot circle flaring my arms all over the fucking place. I didn’t get my ass kicked or anything but my saving grace wasn’t my ability to fight back I simply could move more quickly then my opponent. Most likely a function of his slowness and not my speed. Sirens, then a cop, damn that was fast. She jumps out of her car yelling, I saw it, I saw it all, the black guys run, I say its cool and grab my bag and got the hell out of there. The cops went into the bar to look for the black guys and the two white kids walk away free, well relatively, my toe is all bloody, some cuts and scratches, a bruised rib or two, but thankfully no head injuries. We went to another bar and I got picked up by this chick which whom I stayed with that night. Crazy fucking night. And some lessons learned. Dorky academics or at least economists who start drinking at 3:00 are some crazy ass mother fuckers. White kids get away with much more than black kids, especially in a big city. And maybe a third lesson of which I have mastered, in DC every night you can go home with an attractive intelligent female, or at least one who doesn’t mind a guy with a bloody toe. Which leads to the last lesson, fighting with chacos is retarded, well fighting in general is retarded, don’t do it. Peace niggas.