dip shit

I got into a fight last night, with a very troubled man.
Somehow I feel sorry for him.
Sad.

Kelly, Calder and I walked in to Jeremiah’s Tavern,
around 6:30, 7,on a Saturday evening,
went straight to the bar and ordered two beers.
Kelly is a cool chica and a beautiful woman, in her late 20’s,
the kind of girl you can bring back to your mother.
“And for the little guy” the barkeep ask me?
“Oh, he’ll just have some of mine” I said.
The barkeep laughed and poured the two beers.
I was serious. Calder often has a sip or two of my beer.
Calder by now was in his usual corner of the bar where the video game is.
Kelly and I were about 15 feet from where Calder was.
I saw a man hand Calder a dollar. Calder came directly over to me, “this guy gave me a dollar, can I have it, because he said I can, can I, I’m going to use it for the video game” all in one breath.
“Sure” I said, “make sure you thank the guy”
By now the two beers were on the bar and Kelly and I had our first sips, when out of nowhere the man who gave Calder the dollar, tapped me on the shoulder and asks “is that your boy over there.”
“Ya”
“You don’t feel like you have to keep an eye on him”?
I say, “don’t even start with me”
This guy was big, in his 40’s, conservative looking; he had on a white, long t-shirt, tucked into his blue jeans, a brush cut and a red face. A Rush follower if I’ve ever seen one.
I razed my left hand. He says to me “go ahead, hit me.”
Kelly quickly understood where this was going. “I had my eye on him all the time” Kelly said.
He reared back from me and got into Kelly’s face and started in on her, “who asked for your two cents? You ain’t his mother, you fuckin stupid bitch.”
Well, I don’t know what those words mean to you but according to my credo, them are fightin words.
I backhanded him in the neck, hard. He recoiled and regained his bearings. He was on me, pushing me against the bar. I ploughed him backward, created some space, took a step back and with dip shit coming at me, I hit him with a firm, open hand chop across the throat. He recoiled again, grabbed his throat and neck and then quickly turned away. The bar was packed and in a matter of seconds, three men were restraining me by the arms. I relaxed. It was all over. It ended as quickly as it started.
Dip shit.
Calder didn’t notice a thing. Luckily, he was still playing video games. Good little man.
We went back to Kelly’s place and watched a movie and ate popcorn.
So there, dip shit!