Man, this story goes on forever

Ok, so to review.

I’m in a sleazy, shithole dive. Bouve just made a grown man cry. And then everybody laughed at him. A bunch of strangers think I’m a cop. I still don’t know how that held up when everything else was exposed.

Bouve’s best friend is passed out on the bar. Did I mention I always thought L was meek & mild? Or that his 18 year old daughter was working the party in the back that night, as a waitress?

We go back to drinking, and A-Hole’s buddies are now friendly towards us, I have no idea why.

There are a bunch of drunk Vietnamese guys in the corner. Young enough that they were probably born here, or came over very, very young. They are disturbing L, who is finally awake, by badmouthing his adopted country. L is now building up a head of steam, with nowhere to release it. So we do what comes naturally, and buy him drinks. His daughter goes out for a cigarette and hey, guess what? L’s gets a chance for his catalyst to explode.

Two of the Vietnamese guys were out there too, and apparently started touching her. She comes in pissed off, and tells a friend. Who tells two friends. Who tell 2 more friends. Who tell L. Who goes outside.

This is just a typical bar fight story; move along if you are bored. The kind of bar fight I have almost always successfully avoided, with good reason.

Well…

Normally, not my problem, I’m not in high school, I don’t need to see this shit. Until Bouve hears “L’s mixing it up outside” from a stranger in the bar.

His best friend, his brother in arms, his foxhole buddy. A 55 year old guy Army sergant. Pavlov just rang Bouve’s bell.

Bouve HAS to go. Shit shit shit. Now I gotta go too now. Just to keep a voice of reason out there. Good frigging luck.

Praise Vishnu this just got interesting, to me.