A Night at Pearl Street

By MSR

1/29/2004

It was a late night at Pearl Street Nightclub. There were people intoxicated and everyone was pretty rowdy.

I was with my so-called girlfriend at the time. Some “douche’ had a beef with my girl and some words were exchanged.

I immediately got in his face. My fists were clenched together so hard my knuckles were cracking.

I believe I scared him because when I got in his face he stepped down and almost apologized for calling her a slut.

Here’s the irony. Later on she dumped me for one of my friends. The douchebag was right. She turned out to be a slut after all.