Trained Killer

Last night was insane and now my entire body aches. 

Directly after work, older brother from another mother Zack, Mr. Leon, O'Shaunessy, Andy, Ken, Freddie and I proceeded to drink in an alley behind Murphy's pub. Zack, Leon, and O'Shaunessy all know the bartenders at Murphy's because they used to work right next to Murphy's. Since they knew the bartenders I received cheap gin and tonics made with top shelf gin. Mostly we hung out in the alley. By 7:00 we were all pretty trashed. 

Eventually Zack and I were talking and we started brushing up on my fighting skills. He has showed me how to throw punches correctly in the past. Before I knew it my 6'3" 265lb older brother and I were brawling. Zack would never hurt me and our fighting was serious practice but also controlled. I kept kicking him and trying to jump on his back, as he is huge and has a height advantage. Somehow I always ended up on the ground but continued to get back on my feet. At one point he kicked me really hard in my upper thigh and today I had difficulty walking. We continued for about a half hour. My elbow started bleeding and there was blood on my shirt. Then O'Shaunessy wanted to prove his man skills and started fighting with me. O'Shaunessy is my height, so we were well matched. At one point I somehow ended up slamming him on the cement. 

All the boys were amazed by my strength and endurance. Zack said I fight better than 75% of the guys out there. I know it sounds really crazy but I had tons of fun. I have huge bruises all over my arms, a scrape on my elbow, and a gimpy legg. It is probably cliche but I feel like I proved myself to my guy friends, and now I can be considered one of them. Sometimes I wonder if I am going insane. What girl would fight two dudes in an alley behind a bar?

Ha ha ha today was mellow, I hurt too much to do it big. I watched the rest of this documentary commune. It was pretty good. I like the idea of free love, free land, sharing, and true community. The commune still exists. I would love to live with a bunch of young people, share chores, clothes, food, lovers, but I also think that I have lived too much in modern society to be able to truly share everything without conflict, or jealousy. 

I'm going over to Melissa's tonight for a gathering with old friends. Friends I haven't seen in months. Should be fun, but I am still exhausted.