Sarunas care about nothing!

After something like a dinner party at Zaneta's place, Sarunas and I decided to go to Brodvejus for old times sake. We went up to the ssecond floor in the quiter area and wrote smses to everyone we know using my phone, cause his was out of credit. here's the sms:

"YO we're at Broadway, it's cool I guess!"

The sms didn't manage to bring in any pals. So we started calling people. Most of them hung up quick or rejected the call, because it was already 1:30 in the morning.

Here's a call that wen't differently:

Sarunas: hey call tony pappa

Aras: okay it's ringing, here you go

S: no you talk to him!

A: i don't want to talk to him, you're the one who wanted to call him!

Tony: Hello? Hello? Hello?

S: (click)

S: hey let's get fucked up and go dancing!

This is fun, cause as you all know, if you know Sarunas, he doesn't dance much. So we go dancing (with our beers, those near Sarunas had to watche their step for his beer puddles). And we keep getting more beers.

I come back with a round and he's gone, so I go and find him in the bront area by the bar. He and a local are trying to talk to this black guy from NY. Sarunas is talking about baseball, the local is talking about how he likes "black boys." so they keep interupting each other and the local (Ass, from hereon) is getting pissed. later we're sitting in the same area with a couple russian girls and a local whom Sarunas met somehow. Ass comes up and starts talking shit to the girls for no apparent reason. His buddy comes up and rips Saruno necklace off (I snatched it from him). Sarunas tells Ass to fuck off, and Ass replies "Was someone talking to you, huh? Did you hear someone talking to you?"

I say, "Who do you think was talking to you?" He comes over and starts talking shit, and i put up my hands palms forward and start screaming "WE'RE NOT INTERESTED!" I screamed it about ten times, at which point security came over and grabbed him and threw him out. He kept his eyes on me on the way, and I could tell he was gonna wait for us, with his friends.

The guy we were sitting with had a knife, and I wanted to ask him to join us, but we'd just met the guy ten minutes ago. I probably should have anyway, but whatever.

We go to the front door at closing (20 minutes later) and there they are, so i call a cab to come right up to the door so we can jump in. so we have to wait five minutes, which is fine by the security guards. it's not fine for Sarunas, though. by some unknown motivation he goes out to face these guys. i realize what happened and am out a second later to get him back. he's already being pushed around like a rag doll, and i grab the back of his shirt and pull him back towards the door. Now Ass comes at me, and I don't have enough time to get back inside, so I put up my dukes, boxer's ready stance that I learned in boxing class at BU.

But no, he doesn't throw a 1 or a 2 or even a 4. He doesn't throw a punch at all. He...tried to kick me in the butt! WTF?! He dried to come around the side of me and actually kick me in the butt, which he did, but id didn't hurt, cause it was at the to of his range of motion, so it was just what is called potential energy (Thanks MR. Roberts). But he did manage to get all of his weight on one leg with the other up in the air, not a good idea when you're shitfaced: all I had to do was move out of his way and he fell flat on his face. "Nice performance!" I applauded, "Very nice indeed!" Lucky his friends didn't get involved

And then I went back inside, security let us out the back door. We rushed in the opposte direction and got into the first cab we found.

Sarunas has a scratch on his stomach and I've got one on my forehead (you wouldn't even notice it). Ass is worse off for sure, by his own efforts.

What's lacking in this culture that makes men love to pick fights with strangers so much? Ít's not just that Sarunas was interupting him; Ass came to town looking for a fight.