Stranger things have happened. I now play a dangerous game… the random man sitting at the bar who does not leave when he sees a fight brewing between two drunk men at opposing sides of the bar. The bartender already ducked out, as did most of the crowd… but I remain seated sipping on a drink… knowing full well what is transpiring, but choosing not only to disobey the rules, but to defy them completely. I could end up being hurt, or I could end up hurting those who now want to fight bitterly… at this point, I’m almost in it just for the interest in what will transpire.
Time in, time out… go.