Whoa watch out!!!
The fag pulled me out of the car and expected me to puss' out. I went off on his drunk face like a Roman candle and tee'd off a good dozen cold hard rights. He called me later bitching about this and that from the hospital downtown, and of course dumb drunk Pollock apologized the next day after he came to his senses. I don't tolerate violent drunks, and him getting physical with the girls we were with that night ticked me off.
Anyway, I digress.