Let's Go Blogging

So about a week ago I was in the Sawmill Saloon. It was a crowded Wednesday with the same familiar, dirty faces. I found a spot at the bar to order a drink. I sat down on the stool and this guy comes walking towards me staring straight at me. Now I've grown accustomed to strange looks in the Sawmill. Anyone who is somewhat well groomed and doesn't have dirt on their face is considered an outsider. But this guy was weirding me out just the same. He mumbled something to me which I couldn't hear over the din of rowdy drunks. There was an empty stool next to me and I gestured towards it and said, "Have at it." I think he must have misunderstood me 'cause he responded with, "That's my seat." He was referring to the empty stool to my right. "Ok," I said. Then as he sat down he looked at me and said, "You got a problem with that?" Now this guy must have been pushing forty and he had the kind of face you get from years of hard labor and a steady diet of cigarettes and shoe leather. He wasn't as intimidating as he was ugly. *From this point on I may stray a bit from the truth of the events of this specific evening in order to provide a more entertaining story for my blog readers.* So I stared the guy right in his glassy eyes and said, "Yeah. I got a real fuckin' problem with it!" Then I stood up before the ugly bastard knew what was happening and busted a half-full bottle of the High Life over his head. The blow sent him sprawling to the floor. A trickle of blood seeped through his ratty grey hair. The entire bar turned and stared straight at me. I suddenly realized that I was far outnumbered. 20 drunk rednecks to my broken bottle and me. The brawl that followed will go down in Sawmill history as one of the greats. After the first few blows were thrown, it didn't matter who you were hitting. There were no sides, just a complete melee. Many brave men fell. Blood streamed out the door into Darby's empty streets. By the end I had escaped to my vehicle and tore off leaving the rest of the yahoos behind for the Darby Marshall to deal with. All in all it was a good night.