A Lotto Blood

It was a good weekend, but very busy. Anthony was out of town at a wedding during its entirety, which made me sad. Yesterday, though, we saw Alice in Wonderland: 3D. Yes, I'm late, I know, but fuck it. I thought it was a rather dull and overall bad movie. I've never read the book(s), but I found the plot to be horrible and oversimplified. Everything was too easy for Alice. After the film, we went bowling! That was pretty cool.

Then we drove to some backwoods gas station to buy scratch-off lotto tickets. Anthony says it's the luckiest place ever and he always wins when he gets them there. So we go out of our way to snag some tix, and as it turns out, the place was closed. There was no sign stating their hours, so I assume they just close whenever they feel like it. It is in the country, after all, still, I was a trifle miffed.

After that, we drove downtown to get a sandwich at Pickleman's. Mine was pretty good, though I did feel sort of like a traitor, eating a competitor's sandwich and all. But then I remembered that I have no loyalty to Subway and ate the bbq chicken sub with a smile. Their prices are steep compared to ours though. But Anthony paid, so it's all good.

As we were leaving the establishment, and walking down the street back to my apartment, this guy runs out of nowhere, punches another dude in the face, and runs off. This vigilante in front of us was having none of that. He threw his sandwich onto the ground (he went to the same place we did) and yelled "Yo! You stop! You hit that guy in the fucking nose, stop!" He chased the kid down, grabbed him and threw him against the wall. "I'm calling the police!" he announced to the guys. Anthony and I were just standing across the street, jaws dropped, staring. It was a wonderful show.

This hero pinned the puncher against the wall with his hip and whipped his phone out. He called Anthony over for back-up. He went. I didn't want him to. It was a big mess, the guy was pouring blood all over himself and the sidewalk- it was a massacre. It turns out the two were friends. Apparently the punched had had sex with the puncher's cousin and he didn't like that. Or something. The hero called the cops, but the "friends" got away. Anthony was cool while defusing it. That was down the street from my apartment. Pretty cool.