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So the Scottish guy just stood there, looking surprised. Finally, he said, "Git tae fuck
Cunt," and punched me in the face.
The next thing you know, a three-on-three slugfest broke out. Pool cues were splintered
and pint glasses were shattered. Everything turned gray. My body felt hard. The blood in my
mouth tasted salty and I spit it in his face. I couldn't distinguish between the thuds of the
punches I was throwing and receiving and those happening around me. I couldn't feel any of
them. Finally one of the guys said something about shagging June's sister in the choc-box, and
he freaked out and ended it with a swirl of punches and kicks, leaving none of us unscathed.
June fought a lot like he danced, like a monkey on crack, and I think it sort of scared the Scottish
dudes. It was all over after that, and we were buddies. Amazing how fights can do that to you
sometimes. The ugly bastard behind the bar was on the phone, so we went down the street to
another pub to avoid any unwanted police intervention. The Scots bought the first round.
They ended up being pretty cool and said they knew of a place we could go to get some
"tidy lassies." As we sat down at a table, one of the dudes told us he had some coke. It ended up
being a little less than an eight ball, and the six of us took turns going to the dirty-ass bathroom
to do it. I couldn't wait to get back to the table and wash away that sour cocaine/snot mix
running down the back of my throat with a cold beer.
The six of us sat around, drinking our beers and talking about football and the up-coming
World Cup. I was feeling very alive from the intermingling buzzes. After a couple of rounds,
we decided it was time, but the sorry excuse for a cab driver wouldn't let the six of us in one cab,
so the Scottish boys called him a doss cunt and told him to fuck off. We went alone, and though
I liked them and all, they weren't exactly the kind of dudes you exchange email addresses with.70
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Edgington, Manford L. "Money Only Pays for It" and other stories., thesis, August 2004; Denton, Texas. (https://digital.library.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metadc4619/m1/93/: accessed May 3, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, UNT Digital Library, https://digital.library.unt.edu; .