I know I havent updated in a while but then again so have lots of you so stop looking at me like that.

The other day I was standing at a tram stop outise Flinder St station. Minding my own business as best you can when you are surrounded by enough morons to build an entire moron skyscraper.

One particular drunk moron comes and stands not far from me. Then a small lady of Indian decent stands a little too close to me. I can tell it is too close because I can smell what she had for breakfast three days earlier.

Drunk man resents little old Indian lady and out of the blue gives her the biggest mouthful of abuse you would ever see. As she tried to ignore him he becomes infuriated and starts standing over her threatening her physically. His racist rant was now about a minute old and not slowing.

What do you do in that situation. Well me being slightly wussy and stuff the last thing I would think of doing was stepping in.

But something somewhere inside of me spoke out.

"stop that, really uncalled for mate"

My inner voice, the bastard had stabbed me in the back. Wouldnt allow me to be one of the other people who had turned their backs and pretended not to notice. The problem with challenging drunken asswipes is they never ever back down at a challenge. They love it.

He didnt even talk, just sort of cocked his head at me, stared intently and then screamed "you are a n-gger lover". I tried to ignore him in the hope that at least now he was leaving her alone and would get bored of picking on me.

Didnt work because out of the corner of my eye I sensed movement. The bastard was throwing a punch at me. Somehow I avoided it and tripped him over half by accident and half on purpose. His head make a gross noise as he hit the ground.

Not knowing what else to do I jumped on his back and pinned him to the ground. Then I just sat there as people milled around. I couldnt get up because every second I sat there he just got angrier and angrier. I would have to sit on this drunk man forever.

It was only a few minutes later but some policeman came and this woried me even more. I was sitting on top of some drunk guy with his arm buckled behind his back whilst he bled from his face.

Suddenly though all the people who hadnt noticed what was going on earlier decided to tell the police what had happened. The cops took the drunk guys away and gave me the manly wink thing. Bloody ace.

So what is this entry about really, is there some sort of deep message. Nup, just want to show off that I won a fight.

Keep Smiling

Jason

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