I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE DRUNK OR HIGH OR EVEN MENTALLY DISABLED, THAT'S JUST PLAIN WRONG.

The most craziest surreal thing happened to me today...

I was minding my own business eating dinner with friends at Lush for Open Mic Night. There was a table in the corner with some loud drunk guys who started yelling at a girl that was with them, and we noticed that she left soon after that. We were a little bit leery of them, but decided that they weren't worth much more of our attention... boy were we wrong about that.

We were absorbed in our own conversation, and didn't really notice the guys getting up to leave, until I suddenly felt something heavy and rough hit me in my right shoulder blade. For some reason I immediately assumed that it was a chair falling on me (weird), but it turned out to be something a bit more malicious than that.

Before I could absorb what was happening, and rubbing my shoulder from that prickly-throbbing pain you get when someone's punched you a little bit harder than is friendly, Robo was up and out the door. Everyone else around me started asking me if I was okay, and for some reason I frantically looked around at the waitresses to see if they had noticed this injustice that had just been imposed upon me, still clueless to what exactly had happened.

Sally went into the corner where whatever missile had been launched upon this poor unsuspecting girl had fallen, and she came back with a dumbfounded look on her face and a broken piece of red brick larger than my fist in her hand. WTF??? WHO DOES THAT??? WHO THROWS A FREAKIN' BRICK AT SOMEONE YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW??? I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE DRUNK OR HIGH OR EVEN MENTALLY DISABLED, THAT'S JUST PLAIN WRONG.

Okay, I'm past it now. Whoever you are, I forgive you, just don't let it happen again, and get some rehab, because you obviously cannot behave like a normal, well-adjusted human being in polite society. The end.