No shit. My wife is in that tattoo parlor next to a bar. She says, "Go over there and drink a few." I assured her I didnt want to because I always get in a fight and bounced out, hard. Blood in the street hard. She insisted.

I go and my childhood friend is there who I haven't seen in 14ish years because I joined the Army. Having a good time, Jameson and ales. He reminded me of the last time I got thrown out and arrested for standing my ground. He knows, I know, my wife knows, I told my kids even.

So here I am chit chatin' with a babe who's a friend of his. Next thing I know, some inscure dick lick comes in with an interjection. That chick freaks out tells him to fuck off, I reach for his hair in anger because I never get out.

God dammit. If I wasn't worried about going to jail again and not feeding my kids, I would have hurt that guy. I always have a problem with some inscure pussy with "dick" between his legs at that bar. I don't get to go out often between "work". I was excited to be home, but damn. Fu k.

Last time I was arrested for something similar, the American military demoted me even thought I was innocent for the charges after due process for defending myself. I was fined by the military $14,000 while my command tried to silently "fire" me. (Convince me to not re-inlist). Today is my 14th year anniversary in the Army and now I'm at home drinking alone as usual. My wife is picking up the kids and I'm alone. As fucking always.