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Anyways, I was walking down the street one night, I was going up to the 7/11 for a late night snack, when one of the neighbors stumbled out of his front door. He was obviously intoxicated, beyond sense. I pretended I hadn't noticed his existence and continued walking past his house, he didn't return the favor.
"Hey b***h!" He slurred in a thick country accent.
He was ignored, and my pace didn't falter.
"Hey dyke, I bet you have a bigger d**k than me!" He bit out with a harsh laugh.
Mind you, I have never spoken to this man, seen him yes, but we never acknowledged each other. He knows s**t about me, besides the way I cut my hair. Something came over me, I am not one for displays of anger, and I sure hate causing drama, but I couldn't ignore him. I stopped, took a deep breath, and turned towards him.
After I acted like I was looking him over, I spoke clearly, and in a level voice, I said, "I bet I do too." That was it, I was done, that was all the fuel I was going to add. I turned to leave, but I didn't see 'macho' man's friends on the porch until they all busted out laughing.
s**t. The drunkard looked at me like he had something to prove now, and I really needed to leave. I could probably take him, but I really didn't want to go to jail over this a*****e. I turned around completely and started to walk away, a little quicker than last time. He was having none of it, I could hear him stumbling across the yard toward me.
"You ******** b***h! I am going to make you suck my d**k, put you in yer place!" He growled out as he gained a few more steps in my direction.
There it was again, that flare I couldn't push down. There were words forcing themselves out of my thoughts and into my throat. I should have kept walking, I should have taken the high road, but there I was, stopping again and turning towards the fool and his hyenas. I took a step toward him, causing him to stop in a second confusion. I glared right into his eyes, and when I spoke my voice held humor, arrogance, and a hint of malice.
"I thought we established you didn't have one, but if you are feeling envious, feel free to suck mine."
He stayed frozen to the spot, his friends bursting out into another wave of laughter, which caused him to snap out of the trance.
"Get back here you ********-"
He continued to rave as I reached the end of our street. Without turning around I threw my middle finger up over my shoulder, and waved it slightly before making the turn off our street.
Needless to say, I walked home the long way that night.
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