When Bobby left for another 3 week job in his big rig, I figured I’d just take advantage of the quiet, rent one of those romantic comedies he hates, and eat bon-bons while nursing my injuries. Then Lilly calls up and says “put on your sunglasses, girl, we’re going out drinking.” How she knew I had a black eye again is a mystery to me, but I guess nobody has secrets in a small town like this one. So, I thought, what the hell.
Melinda came too and pretty soon I was done feeling sorry for myself and feeling pissed off at all of mankind. Man, in particular. Lil was ordering a second round of tequila shots when this table of guys next too us starts making rude comments. Then there’s a ruckus over by the pool table and I see that Little Earl has just hit Shelley, then this guy at the table next to us starts laughing about it and I say, “you think it’s funny for a man to hit a woman, huh? Do you think THIS is funny?” And I take off my sunglasses to reveal my blooming shiner and you know what the motherfucker says? He says “you probably deserved it.” So I didn’t even think, you know, I just picked up my beer bottle and hauled off and smashed him over the head with it. That’ll show him. Beer and blood start running down his face and he’s not laughing anymore, he looks like he’s really going to give me some hell. But I know hell. I’ve been there and back and he can’t hurt me. Just then Lilly and Melinda and all his friends jump in and start hitting and kicking and smashing so much I don’t even know who’s who, I just keep trying to make sure whoever I hit is a man. Because I’m sure they all deserve it for one thing or another.
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