CaseyIt’s not really the college crowd you gotta watch out for, One time I got into it with a cowboy over a bet on a pool game once at the Molly Brown he lost and Just went apeshit- He took the bars cue he was playing with and broke it off on the pool table and refused to pay me. I was like well that’s not a move I recognize and I don’t really want to die over 20 bucks, but the bouncers were immediately all up in this shit and everyone got kicked out or whatever.
Oh boy, the Molly and the other Barmuda Triangle spots can get wild. Pretty much never go downtown anymore because the dive bar vibes can't be beat.
Damn, that reminds me of a time I was at the Molly and this wasted hick was going to go out for a smoke, and waving around a $10 bill to pay someone to hold his pool table. He waved it by my face so I grabbed it and then he gets all up in my face and is trying to start shit. He then goes to shake my hand for some reason but just latches on with the grip strength of a goddamn gorrilla. He's telling me how I don't want to mess with him and how he could beat my ass, and I was with a bunch of my girl friends and me being the lanky guy I am knew that he totally could and I wouldn't have anyone to back me up. Then he starts to try to pull some moves on the girl standing next to me. So I was pretty confident that he wasn't actually gonna fight me and was just being a drunk idiot so I start egging him on, casually trying to get to the root of why he feels the need to act like this in public and where all of this anger was coming from. Ya know just playing it cool and pretending to be a therapist while my hand feels like it is being clamped in a goddamn vise. Then I made a comment about if he had any problems with his parents not loving him and I could tell I struck a chord and he just let go, turned around to realize that his friends had left because he was being an idiot and then he just dipped. My hand was white and purple. It was strange.
At the Hauf someone tried to fight me when I helped them get up in a mosh pit. What kind of dumb fuck fights in a mosh pit? A previous night at the Hauf there was a concert and it was definitely the typical Hauf underage crowd, kinda felt like I traveled back in time to watch the younger versions of my friends going to see a shitty band. It got pretty packed so I got up on a table to get out of the craziness and then this cute girl, hops up onto the table with me and starts chatting me up. Then this short, dumb lookin, beanie-on-the-top-of-the-head-wearin, stumbling, shitty-gold-chain-wearin, drunk kid fucking punches me in the kneecap and I shove him in the chest out of reflex. I put a big bootprint on his white supreme shirt and he stumbles backward into the crowd and then this girl is laughing at him and grabs and leans onto me playfully. I'm pretty shitfaced at this point and end up falling into the crowd and right onto the dude whose shirt I just stained and is now pissed that this girl has her arm around me. So I help the girl up, and get outta dodge right as a group of people are trying to lift a table on top of the pool table.
The Scoop is the place to be, never had a bad time at the scoop and it's the easiest place to get a pool table. And it's the bar that's most likely to have metal played on the jukebox.
This has been an installment of Barmuda Triangle stories, where cool stories almost happen but don't actually happen.