Way to Keep Me Tough Looking... Saturday, June 22

So here's the low down on what happened tonight -- I got attacked.  Like a stray cat, a drunk middle aged man lashed out at me after I told him he and his friend had to leave the club.  I had gone in around 6pm and wasn't expecting to stay long but then one thing lead to another and it was after 3am.  Snickers was out with friends so there really was no reason for me to hurry up and go home.  I anticipated him coming though so I unlocked the door.  No sooner did I unlock the door but then walked in two Korean men, drunk as sailors and not really able to walk.  I told them the club was closed and they had to leave but the smaller of the two insisted I let him use the bathroom so I told him he had to go out of the club, to the side door.  He didn't buy it though and stood there arguing.  When his friend left I thought he'd simply follow but he didn't so I started to joke around with him and tell him if he wanted to stay he'd have to spar with me.  

What ended up happening was I scooped him up like a child and carried him down one flight of stairs.  His friend stood there giggling away like a school girl and I thought nothing more would become of it -- boy was I so wrong!  Next thing I knew it, I was shutting the massive 14 footer door and he was lashing out at me like some crazy cat.  It's like he went from super drunk and stumbling to super sober and super crazy.  His nails scratched against my neck and I instantly slammed the large door on him, causing him to hit his head and go tumbling down the stairs.  There was that second when I thought I had killed him, followed by a minute or two of standing there, waiting to see if there'd be a round two to his craziness.  

There was no round two, he got up and left, but after a couple of hours of me crashed out on the lounge couch, I got up to wash my face.  It was then, when I was putting lotion on my face that I felt the sting of what turned out to be three massive claw marks down the side of my neck.  I guess that's one way to keep up a tough imagine, sport these bad boy crazy-man cat scratches.