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So last night my friend JD and I were walking back to my car minding our biznas. We walked passed 3 trust fund (I work in the Frost Tower) guys getting into a BMW SUV. Well I was talking to JD and over heard one of the guys call me a fagot…. WHHHHAAAAATTTT!!! did you call me? Of course I stopped, and then they proceeded to get out of there car and walk over to square us off. I am out gunned but not nearly as drunk as these fuck tards, and the bigger one comes to square with me, and the little one keeps running his mouth like a strip bar disc jockey. At this point I can tell neither JD or my self had any intention of getting into a fight tonight, to be honest my night was super fun up until that point. And even tho the adrenaline started pumping… I was not nearly as amped up as I have been in past fights, I was actually very calm. To my surprise one of them had a sense of reason and proceeded to tell us his friends were just drunk and that unless we really wanted to start a fight we should just walk away. I thought about it for a moment, but felt I had been challenged and that I needed to prove something… but to who? And for what? So three drunk guys can say they started a fight over?? what? calling someone a name? I stood there for a good two minutes while Egor from the GAP was breathing hot steam down my neck waiting for me to make a move, meanwhile Napoleon from EXPRESS is still running his mouth (the little ones always do). So I took a second look, the bars were a little overwhelmed with dudes tonight, and maybe these guys are just bummed they ain’t getting laid tonight and the coke and roids has them all bent out of shape. I on the other hand had a great night, seen some old friends, made some new ones and talked to a number of very attractive women… I had no reason to be a hater. My life is damn good. So, we walked away. End of story.