Awesome Josh

I don’t have many friends, but the one’s that I do have, I’m very loyal to.  I would take a bullet for them, I would die for them, I would do their laundry, and I would even go so far as to say that I would rub their feet if they wanted me too.  And if you knew me at all, you would see how much rubbing their feet means.  I have an enormous feet phobia.  Don’t ask, that’s for another post.

I’m writing this as I’m extremely pissed off.  So forgive me if I sound like a maniac at times.  I had been trying to get ahold of my one friend for most of the night.  On the off chance that she would answer, I text messaged her asking if she was ok.  It isn’t like her to go missing for long periods of time and I just wanted to make sure she was ok.  She messaged me back saying a simple “no” and I began to worry.  She’s never been short with me, not ever.  After a lot of texting and a phone call, I discovered that she had been at a bar and that her ex boyfriend magically appeared out of hell and showed up at the bar.

First, I should say, that I don’t like her ex boyfriend.  He’s a first class asshole.  He’s an alcoholic women beater.  Specifically, he used to beat my friend.  From the little that she told me about the situation tonight, he showed up, approached her, wanted to talk to her about what he used to do to her, she said she didn’t want to talk to him, tried to leave, and he went ape shit. He has, obviously, not changed his ways.  After even more worrying on my part, I finally convince her to leave the bar with her friends.  She was going to stay.  I tried to get her to call the cops, but no amount of prodding or pleading would help my cause.

Now I am extremely pissed off.  You don’t fuck with my friends.  Ever.  And the sad thing is, is that no one would ever say anything to him about this.  He has, in every sense of the term, gotten away with it.  There are a few things that I just won’t tolerate and beating a woman is one of them.  Especially when that woman happens to be a friend of mine.  At the moment, I’m trying to calm down because, at the very least, I’m going to go and call him out on his shit.  At the most, the next time you hear from me is after I get bailed out of jail for nearly beating him to death.  I am literally so pissed off that I am seeing red.  I went to take a drink from my glass of kool-aid and I was holding the glass so hard that I broke the glass in my hand.  This is why I need to calm down.

I want to talk to him, to tell him to leave her the fuck alone, because the one thing he doesn’t want to do is piss me off this much.  He knows this, he used to be a friend of mine.  I don’t necessarily want to beat him up or kick his ass, but if I have to, I will.  I don’t think I would be very happy if I had to spend the next few years of my life in jail.  Besides, the internet would be a boring place if I wasn’t able to write in my blog.