the big fight

the big fight

Our buddy Chuckles was over at the house last night, complaining about this guy he almost got in a fight with the night before. Both my roomates, Eli and Geoff, partake in some form of martial arts, which name I just cannot seem to remember. Anyway, according to Eli he can now kick anyone’s ass. He assured Chuckles that he will be escorting him to the bar tonight, and if desired, he will make sure to take care of Chuckles’ enemy. Eli made a point in explaining , that he won’t always be there to help and chances are that Chuckles will encounter his enemy by himself at some point. Chuckles accepted his fate. Now, Eli did not really strike me as the kind of guy who would get into a fight. I was actually kind of amazed about his talking.

Geoff and I decided to stay at our place, while Chuckles and Eli ventured out to find this much talked about fellow.

At about 1 am, Eli was back,  standing in front of my window yelling for help. Geoff was supposed to come out and help him kick this guy’s ass. Apparently, the enemy was able to rip apart Eli’s shirt and toss him around the dirt a bit. According to Eli, he could have kicked his ass, but just wanted Geoff to be there. I guess it’s a courtesy thing. Martial arts, you wouldn’t understand.

About 5 minutes after Geoff had left the house, I heard the police announcing over their loudspeakers,that everyone was to knock it off and go home. No arrests were made. Geoff went to back to sleep and Eli explained how much he hates to get his shirt dirty when in fights. But he really could have kicked this guy’s ass.