We escaped to a burlesque show last night. Cool little Fort Worth bar that I don’t want to name at the moment because we witnessed a particularly spectacular bar fight.
I first thought they were friends and giving each other shit.
It quickly escalated into a beer bottle to the head and a full force punching.
I guess it’s kind of like cats fighting; the more noise they make, the less damage they do.
This was a really quiet fight.
They were locked together for quite a while with a gang of about eight people trying to pull them apart.
Shortly after, we were sitting at the bar and one of the friends of the combatants came in and was looking for something. He crouched down, searched for a minuted, and then came up like a fisherman with a clam. Except it was a tooth.
A tooth.
Wow.
I’ll probably never forget that.
