It happened so fast
I could tell the drinks were feeding the savage spirit of his….
Thinking back earlier on the ride to our destination, I could sense that familiar spirit in my brother from last time….
As we ate and drank with our business partners, which happened to be two women , my bro started trying to play me. Either way I brushed it off, shut it down kept it moving.
I kinda fell back a bit still engaged but using caution because last time my bro got drunk we almost fought, but I recall many times he’s hit me in his rage when I dont do what he wants , as the night went on ,he began getting more frustrated, and especially towards me.
After many failed attempts of signaling him to leave and go home, since the meeting was over, we had got to one conversation, he said something and embarrassed himself because they ended up laughing….
(( note: it’s the alcohol that really got my brother upset, it wasn’t all that serious I was drunk to but still aware and able to control my actions))
I laughed too… and his headlights turned on me… why you laughing? Im like… it’s funny.
He gets mad and walks out… I get up… say good night ladies… and I go to the car and get in since he’s my ride home.
He begins arguing with me in the car….I can’t remember what I said… but nothing disrespectful… he says. Get the fuck out my car ninja….(( the slang n word for all who don’t know))
I say no . Bro u drunk. He’s like u drunk too. I say bro not like you man… let’s just go home man.
He opens his door very aggressively comes over to the passenger side door opens it violently and screams at me… get the fuck out Now!
I say no bro. Then he starts punching me in the face. I managed to block two of them
Before I suddenly sprang up, and Rocked him across his jaw, like a upper cut slash right hook.
And quickly went to a standing full gaurd position pressing him against the car. I had his arms up behind his head so he had no leverage and his balance was off.
I thought about a hiptoss slamming him on the cold ass concrete but I was like this is my brother.. so instead I shoved him and he fell off the curb into the street.
At this time I noticed the ladies outside like guys stop… my brother got up and I got into fighting stance moving around again just in case he wanted more.
I had a rough night, he was stil drunk when I saw him this morning. Letting me know he’s my enemy now because I busted his lip and made him bleed.
But I had a scratch on my face next to my nose, it was bleeding too. I told him you punched me in the face first.
He kept calling me a bitch , I guess he didn’t expect that to happen that night. I didn’t either I tried to avoid it… it happened so fast.
I hope when he sobers up he is able to recall his actions and not blame me man…. But I don’t think it’s going to happen, it feels like that savage spirit of his doesn’t like me for some reason.
Many reasons I think but that’s for another day.
And I did apologize to him for punching him.
Thinking back earlier on the ride to our destination, I could sense that familiar spirit in my brother from last time….
As we ate and drank with our business partners, which happened to be two women , my bro started trying to play me. Either way I brushed it off, shut it down kept it moving.
I kinda fell back a bit still engaged but using caution because last time my bro got drunk we almost fought, but I recall many times he’s hit me in his rage when I dont do what he wants , as the night went on ,he began getting more frustrated, and especially towards me.
After many failed attempts of signaling him to leave and go home, since the meeting was over, we had got to one conversation, he said something and embarrassed himself because they ended up laughing….
(( note: it’s the alcohol that really got my brother upset, it wasn’t all that serious I was drunk to but still aware and able to control my actions))
I laughed too… and his headlights turned on me… why you laughing? Im like… it’s funny.
He gets mad and walks out… I get up… say good night ladies… and I go to the car and get in since he’s my ride home.
He begins arguing with me in the car….I can’t remember what I said… but nothing disrespectful… he says. Get the fuck out my car ninja….(( the slang n word for all who don’t know))
I say no . Bro u drunk. He’s like u drunk too. I say bro not like you man… let’s just go home man.
He opens his door very aggressively comes over to the passenger side door opens it violently and screams at me… get the fuck out Now!
I say no bro. Then he starts punching me in the face. I managed to block two of them
Before I suddenly sprang up, and Rocked him across his jaw, like a upper cut slash right hook.
And quickly went to a standing full gaurd position pressing him against the car. I had his arms up behind his head so he had no leverage and his balance was off.
I thought about a hiptoss slamming him on the cold ass concrete but I was like this is my brother.. so instead I shoved him and he fell off the curb into the street.
At this time I noticed the ladies outside like guys stop… my brother got up and I got into fighting stance moving around again just in case he wanted more.
I had a rough night, he was stil drunk when I saw him this morning. Letting me know he’s my enemy now because I busted his lip and made him bleed.
But I had a scratch on my face next to my nose, it was bleeding too. I told him you punched me in the face first.
He kept calling me a bitch , I guess he didn’t expect that to happen that night. I didn’t either I tried to avoid it… it happened so fast.
I hope when he sobers up he is able to recall his actions and not blame me man…. But I don’t think it’s going to happen, it feels like that savage spirit of his doesn’t like me for some reason.
Many reasons I think but that’s for another day.
And I did apologize to him for punching him.
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