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Oh man I remember my little brother had some beef with my dad. I was really pissed at him from a couple of days earlier and the buildup mixed with hours of slamming booze caused me to snap. I called him a shitty son and cheap shotted him right in the nose while he was driving, but stopped at a stop sign. My other brother in the back seat put me in a full Nelson and my brother with his nose gushing blood cheap shotted me right in the eye. Almost lost my eye and it is a little bispingesque to this day his after the hit. Knuckle impacted right on the eyeball. I get loose and we are having a Chinese fire drill around the car at the stop sign. I eventually stop chasing him get into the car as does he and proceeds to buy weed from his dealer covered in blood. We get back to my mom's house and head straight into round 2 in a bathroom. It was supertight quarters so mostly grappling but he kept eye gouging. Mom wakes up breaks up the fight. All she cares about is we don't wake up her bf(total whore). I go outside bash in two of his car windows and drive super drunk back to my place(40 miles away). It was a drunken Irish Catholic chistmas classic. I called him a day or two later and he said "hey fights happen.." I laughed, met him at a pub and bought him a beer like a brother should.