Tonight I said fuck it.
Raised two fingers in the air and showed the crowd.
You? yeah you.

Grand story I must say,
Sitting at the bar minding my own business.
When another rapper guy, *sigh*, sits down and is hands on physically aggressive.
(I don't play nice, I especially do not play nice to a hands on approach)
I ask him politely to not continue to touch me...ever. While he continues
to ask me if we can do dinner and if we are on verge of a break up.

Touches my back again...ever so slightly, ever so gently.

At this point I'm through with hearing about how he made songs with Timberland and how he just got signed. He buy's me a drink (I requested MGD tap) and thinks it's his que to continue to attempt to caress my back.

Negative my friend.
Get your life right. You've aged prematurly and you looked geekend the fuck out of your
mind sir.

Apparently he takes the hint and begins to hit on my friend.

He leaves 15 dollars to much stashed on the bar after his tab is paid.
I take the extra $10 bill and call it even.
Thank you bartender, you've been phenomenal. Oh that $5, yes. That is all him, generous isn't he?

S. Cavalcanti