I should be more careful where I walk on a Saturday night.
My brother, his friend, and I are walking back from his birthday celebration at a local restaurant near the train tracks. The patrons walking from bar to bar downtown are becoming more visibly drunk and more obviously beligerent. As we walk past a group of men, one goes out of his way and bumps into me with his shoulder. He turns around and yells, "was it your fault or my fault?"
Now I am telling the drunk man that there is no problem, just so he does not pick a fight. As we walk in front of one of the main bars a fight spills out onto the sidewalk and two men try to land a blow on eachother's face. One of the fighters is pushed towards his girlfriend and knocks her to the floor. Before anything else can happen, to undercover police officers jump out of an undercover car and start breaking the fight up.
This is what you get when every weekend the bars in town attract the low-lifes that have nothing better to do than get in a drunken brawl.
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