6/17/10

73. 12 Angry Men

The man I’d gobbed on was a very large white bloke with a string of tattoos down his arms. Basically, he was Mister Clean, and I suddenly felt like he was going to shove a broomstick up my arse.

Because my apologies came out as drivel, Burbank had to step in and sort things out. Unfortunately, Mr. C had eleven of his baldheaded tattooed mates with them, and they were all standing up as well. Burbank said some very nice things to the neo-Nazis, as they probably were, but one of them decked him in the face.

I dove under the table, but two blokes swept me up and out like a swing. I kicked out my feet which were no longer touching the ground and accidentally nailed one of them in the face. I got a chipped tooth for that. Burbank beat one of these lads to a pulp, but got fairly dented up himself.

The next thing I knew, the pub was full of police putting everyone in handcuffs, Burbank and I included on the jail roster.

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