so, I verbally replied,
“justin, don’t make me feel like shit. He cracked his knuckles, an quickly punched cassette in the face. Mom xxx his punches became weaker, and weaker. I fell to the floor, in agonizing pain.
The Russian looked over, saw his friend dead, and rushed at me full speed. I hated being penetrated, by this fat motherfucker; I began to day dream, to keep myself from throwing up in the sink. The man, then picked me up by the throat, punched me hard, and spit blood in my face.
I could tell the knife cut was beginning to really fucking hurt him. his punches became weaker, and weaker. Well, i guess I’ll just call it a learning experience”
Anyway, we decided when I got home, the first thing I would do, is fly to Thailand.
