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it is incredibly amazing how beligerent arrogant uninhibited I can get when I know there are people much bigger than me who have my back [along with a few doses of fire water].

suddenly the group for two or three tall, drunk, (stupid) frat boys don't seem like such a threat when you roll fifteen deep into a club...

a third of whom are a good six inches taller than you and much more buff, [the remaining fraction being the females with whom you arrived]...

so you step up to them... the stupid frat boys... because they have a pack mentality that figures no little asian boy is gonna hog all of the girls on the dance floor and they figure they can muscle him out...

well, that and you threw your drink on the one that was hitting on harrassing one of your friends...

but he might have just been trying to get by.

but whatever.

so this guy, who could obviously take me down with his breath, decides that he needs his boy's to back him up.

... ... ...

I'm not sure how many of you have actually had an altercation, but there is a strange exhilaration right before you throw-down.

caused by adrenaline, testosterone, and other androgen hormones probably, but nonetheless, there is a specific feeling you get...

the problem I have is that there is a split second where I have to decide whether or not I am going to bash your face in or make you look stupid with my intellect.

this is a problem because at this point my hypothalmus is on cruise control and my congnitive skills probably aren't at their peak.

lately I have been defaulting to making you look stupid with my intellect, because if I my you look stupid physically I probably won't succeed.

plus, my mind fuck will probably stay with you longer.

... ... ...

back to the dance floor.

... ... ...

so these guys step to me, and I'm all like "WHUT!?"

and they're all like "BITCH!"

and I'm like "[RADIO EDIT]"

and they look at each other, because they are stupid, and...

nothing.

because they back down, I somehow made them realize that beating me up isn't gonna get them laid, especially since I own the dance floor.

but this isn't real.

because I'm just practicing my jedi mind tricks in my mind.

... ... ...

it's confounds me to no end when people actually believe their own lies.

I have had much experience in spotting BS... it's like a hobby.

unfortunately, spouting off bs [although at least I know and admit when I am kicking bs] has become almost second nature now , like an octopus with its ink or like a porcupine...

because I back 'em off with the quills...