retard

It was freezing cold outside.
The type of cold that blurs your vision.
‘Want to go for a drink?’
‘Sure.’ Rose and me took off for Guido’s, to see Frankie. Uncle Jimmy walks in, with a gal. We had a couple of glasses of wine with Uncle J. No big to do. Said our goodbyes and we were off.
‘Want to have one before we call it a night?’
‘Sure…where?’
‘Tappas?’
‘Sure…why not.’
We parked, and a dude says ‘10 bucks.’
Rose says ‘there’s no handicap parking anywhere around here.’
‘That’s not my fuckin problem.’
Rose, ‘well its gonna be if you don’t loose that attitude.’
I motioned over to the car, ‘let’s go.’
We drove about 100 yards down the block, thinking we have scored a spot. Got out. Started off for Tappas. Dude comes runnin over, yellin at the top of his lungs, ‘you can’t park there, you can’t park there, you can’t park there…’
I read the sign, said something like not legal parking.
I mumbled, ‘you are lucky.’
So Rose repeats it so dickhead can hear it.
‘I’m lucky…why.’
We started to walk back to the car.
Now walking towards us, shouting, ‘lucky…I’m lucky…uh…why is that.’
Rose and I keep on walkin.
‘Retard’
I turned, ‘did you just call me a retard?’
‘Ya…I did…retard!’
I turn again, headin for the car, ‘you are lucky.’
‘Come here explain why I’m so LUCKY.’
We turn around, Rose says ‘you are gonna find out why really soon.’
I walked right up to the dude. He is approximately 6’, 30ish, beefy. Got 6’’ from his face.
Out came the bouncer from Tappas.
Dude says, ‘…this retard says, I’m lucky…are you goin to stare me down…ooh I’m scared.’
Rose was laughin his ass off ‘you better be.’
Another bouncer appears.

W…H…A…C…K

I busted my cane over the top of his head. He crumbled from the force of the blow.
I hit him hard and he was in shock. I fell over trying to get out of the way of this KO’d dickhead.
Rose got between me and everyone else, ‘oh no…oh no...no you’re not…’
At this point the bouncers were all laughin too.
‘That hurts’ as dickhead rubs the top of his knoggin.
Now, who is a retard.