Laird got drunk this weekend... Nothing new. During a regular bout of nightlife in North Park, a stumbling Laird and I left one bar for another just blocks away. It was around 1:30am, so there were plenty of people in the streets with abnormal blood/alcohol levels, but Laird was certainly placing in the top ten.

Not uncommon on nights like this, is the occasional run in with a drunken soldier on the streets, or group of drunken soldiers for that matter. They're sometimes bummed that they aren't in the presence of women, and feel the need to drunkenly talk shit from across the street for no reason whatsoever. One should never take anything said in these situations to the heart, and in my opinion, it's best to continue on your journey without pursuing interaction.

First of all, let me point out that I've never really been into a physical altercation. I beat up this dude one time in highschool, but later learned he was retarded, so I don't really count that.

Laird is more inviting to this type of behavior however. I learned this when we were yelled at from across University Avenue by Sgt Slaughter and the rest of the Metal Militia. Seeing as there were only 2 of us to counter the 8 of them, I figured it wiser to leave them be. Laird couldn't do that though. He immediately flipped the bird, and told them to come visit the other side of the street for an assured neck snapping. I then reminded Laird, the trained MMA fighter that their army out numbered us by 400 percent and that he was too drunk to walk straight, let alone throw blows. He promised me that he was confident in his decision to offer beat downs to the soldiers, and that I should get my camera out and ready for when the show started.

No more than 10 seconds later, and as I was turning my camera on to capture the glory of Lairds drunken shadow boxing, Laird was on the ground bleeding, pleading for mercy, and offering apologies to all 8 of our countries defenders. The soldiers reminded Laird that it's impolite to talk shit from across the street, and that he should be more careful about his decisions. Laird thanked them for their time and for the bloody reminder that he is a mortal being. We then walked to Lairds pad, where he punched several holes in his wall, and vowed to take revenge on them, and me, for not jumping in and getting my ass beat as well. I ate a piece of toast and went to sleep. The end.