Don’t Touch Me
Don’t Touch Me
“Don’t touch me!” the drunk screamed at me Friday night. The ironic part was that he mumbled that he should knock me off the box right before he got to me and then he did try to knock me off. As I was falling backwards I put my forearm out to keep him from hitting me. The drunk then went ballistic. First cussing me out and then he got right in Aaron’s face, yelling and cussing him out. Then Justin tried to talk to the guy, but he just yelled and cussed him out too. [Read more…]