I got your back

Last night Tallegdega’s sisters got into a little war of words with some douchebags, the glasses came off, and I just made sure the gentleman didn’t lay hands on them. I don’t know if I could of beat the shit out of all four dudes, but if came down to it I was sure going to try. I told the ladies I got their back, and to be honest they were a little too amped up, even though one of the douchebags did call one of them a bitch.  As one of my friends, there will be times when problems come your way, and in those times I got your back, but what does that really mean?

A couple stories illustrate this the most. My family is my life, at my cousins command I would rip out my own heart if he needed it. Many years back my cousin aka White Chocolate got into it with a kid I know at a bar. It almost came to blows, until I stepped in. I told the guy I know, “If you lay one finger on my cousin, I will break your arm, you better just walk away from this”  He did, and all was ok.  This girl who was my love interest at the time yelled at me, “Your cousin was in the wrong, he was acting like a total asshole.” I looked at her in the eyes, and said this, “Right or wrong, I got my cousins back each, and everytime. If he is wrong after the fact I will tell him he his wrong, and I might give him a crack upside the head, but nothing, and I mean nothing will lay a hand on my cousin and not feel my wrath”  She did not seem to grasp this type of loyalty.

A more modern story was at Charlestons where some people threatened my friends. I didn’t give a crap if there were one, or twenty one people.  I went outside to show them the error of their ways, because I got my friends backs.  These fools dared to threaten my friends, and I wasn’t right there when my friends needed me, I was there after the fact, and personally these jagoffs will learn.

 I don’t give a shit about money, jail, injury, or even death, for me there is only loyalty, honor, and respect.  If my brother, cousin, or even one of my friends pulled up and said, “Hey I’m driving to Hell, I got beef with the Devil”  I’d say, “Mother Fucker, Let’s roll I got your back….stop for an Iced Tea on the way though”

If you read this, and I said this to you. You might not quite understand the meaning of it in terms of the depth of which I will go, or stand by your side.

I’m terribly vexxed

I am an ordained minister through the Universal Life Church, it’s pretty much was something to do while I was bored at work one day. I treat it as such, a joke. Well a girl I know, Jenny, wants me to marry her friend, we’ll call her Sue. I thought surely they were joking around. It turns out they were serious.  

Jenny came up to me originally I thought it would be fun, and be hilarious. As time went on and I saw they were truly indeed serious about this. It started to chafe me a little, but I gave my word. So I continued on course. Then I found out Sue’s significant other isn’t the most faithful person in the world. What they do is their business, but it kept gnawing at me, and gnawing at me.

I respect the institution of marriage. I think it’s a noble endeavor. I am an idealist at heart. I want one of those marriages that last until were old and grey. Foolish I know, but hey a man can dream. I felt I was blaspheming on the sanctity of marriage.

The whole situation felt wrong, so after much consideration, I decided to bow out. The wedding isn’t for 5 more months plenty of time to find a replacement.   

Now Jenny tries to run a guilt trip on me, saying that officiant cost too much, and that I should help them find a replacement. I gave them a few suggestions, like hey find another friend, get ordained on the website, and have them do it.

I snapped a little, and said I don’t care, which in truth I don’t. I don’t owe Jenny, or Sue anything. Hell I met Sue like 3 times in my life.

Now Jenny calls me a Baby, which in truth I’m not. An asshole maybe, but not a baby.

Well Jenny is pissed at me, and probably won’t speak to me after this, which is truly vexxing but ya know what. Life goes on.