BABY'S GOT BACK
I have just got home from a gig and night out at Capone’s. What a time I had. I’m drunk right now and feeling much like a war freak. It was pretty tense for a few moments but I have to say I enjoyed every minute of it.
A friend of mine was being harassed by a guy that wanted to hook up with her. The sleaze bag! All the moves; I could see my friend recoiling. She was doing her best to fend him off. I couldn’t just sit by. I stood up and charged but another friend pulled me back; reminding me that she was a big girl. She eventually asked me to stay with her. The bastard wouldn’t take a hint. I held my ground. As I took her to her car he was still following. I have to say, I was actually itching for a fight. Never in my life had I been like this. I wanted so much to get into a scrape. But that is not why I’m writing.
I’m writing because I have friends. Friends that look after my back. As I went to protect my friend by her car, people like Jay (Server), Tito, Roman, JW (imagine a six foot black man); and even the security guards of Capone’s, had my back. They didn’t need to be told. They all saw what I was in and acted. I didn’t even know they were looking out for me till after the moment. I totally appreciate them for that. No matter what wrong they did me before, it’s all nothing compared to what they did for me this morning. I have a totally new respect for all of them.
I hope I’m coherent (I really am drunk). I’m still in fight mode. I was never like this before but when a close friend is harassed or wronged, I just feel I have to step in. I’m still surprised that I wanted to get into a fight. I’m a friendly person. This thing just got me so worked up that I didn’t pay heed to personal safety. I didn’t care. My friend was the most important person at that moment.
Friends, especially those that got my back this morning, I thank you. Looking out for me and my friend without even being asked to is just totally appreciated. Hopefully someday I can return the favor. Till then, you have my deepest gratitude.
TITLE: BABY’S GOT BACK – SIR MIX A LOT
A friend of mine was being harassed by a guy that wanted to hook up with her. The sleaze bag! All the moves; I could see my friend recoiling. She was doing her best to fend him off. I couldn’t just sit by. I stood up and charged but another friend pulled me back; reminding me that she was a big girl. She eventually asked me to stay with her. The bastard wouldn’t take a hint. I held my ground. As I took her to her car he was still following. I have to say, I was actually itching for a fight. Never in my life had I been like this. I wanted so much to get into a scrape. But that is not why I’m writing.
I’m writing because I have friends. Friends that look after my back. As I went to protect my friend by her car, people like Jay (Server), Tito, Roman, JW (imagine a six foot black man); and even the security guards of Capone’s, had my back. They didn’t need to be told. They all saw what I was in and acted. I didn’t even know they were looking out for me till after the moment. I totally appreciate them for that. No matter what wrong they did me before, it’s all nothing compared to what they did for me this morning. I have a totally new respect for all of them.
I hope I’m coherent (I really am drunk). I’m still in fight mode. I was never like this before but when a close friend is harassed or wronged, I just feel I have to step in. I’m still surprised that I wanted to get into a fight. I’m a friendly person. This thing just got me so worked up that I didn’t pay heed to personal safety. I didn’t care. My friend was the most important person at that moment.
Friends, especially those that got my back this morning, I thank you. Looking out for me and my friend without even being asked to is just totally appreciated. Hopefully someday I can return the favor. Till then, you have my deepest gratitude.
TITLE: BABY’S GOT BACK – SIR MIX A LOT
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Friday, September 02, 2005.
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