Alright - after the chaos, trauma, sadness, & depression of the last few days...things (I'm) are a little better.
1st off I was a dick to Foxhack in a post (which, I've since removed) -and- although I've already apologized to him in a PM (which he was nice enough to accept) I wanted to put at least a partial explanation about why I was acting the ass.
Most of you already know about one of my dogs being diagnosed w/ cancer, being given a few weeks, and being in so much pain & suffering yesterday morning that NOT putting him down would have only been due to selfish reasons of me not wanting to let/see him go and not wanting to say good bye :'(
So, a few nights ago/when I made the post (at this point, it was already pretty clear that he'd be gone in the next day or so) I was driving home from the store w/ Carrie (my girl) in the passenger seat.
Just driving home - down the same rural road that connects with my street that I drive down 5-10 times a day when we pass (see) 3 "20-something" guys...
...beating the shit out of (what looked like & what an educated guess says was) a pit bull that must have lost a fight/lost them some money.
I'm not a violent person; I dislike violence.
When I was younger - I fought a lot more (and actually even enjoyed it)...I mean, where/the way I grew up - most best friends would have fought each other (over something silly), drank a few, Bro-Hugged, and it'd be forgotten.
I'm still a big, strong, and quick guy w/ a strong chin who's always been able to take a shot & never been scared to give one.
I haven't once (since losing my hand and/or since being w/ this girl) been in a fight; so she's never seen "that" (retired) side of me.
W/ the shit going on with my dog -and- seeing what these scumbags were doing...I saw red (*literally*; Carrie says I swerved the car (almost clipping another one), called them motherfuckers, slammed on the brakes, and left the driver's door open while I walked towards them.
She says that I didn't even say a word to them...that I just attacked them (I do & don't remember some of this).
I'm guessing that they laughed/under-estimated the guy w/ one hand coming towards them until I got to them.
2 feet, 2 knees, 2 elbows, a fist + a hard-head was more than enough.
I'm pretty sure that I broke one's nose, (probably) another one's cheek-bone, and bruised the 3rd one up pretty good before he tore ass to his car & took off (leaving his "friends" behind).
I didn't care...I just wanted to (and did) get to that poor dog, get it in my car, & take it to the animal rescue & care place; it's hurt (ironically, about just as badly as the ass-holes were) & it will live; TL;DR I'm happy with that outcome & didn't lose any sleep over it.
What really fucked me up was my girl being *scared* of me.
We're alright now -but- it was just a horrible situation at a horrible time -and- the last time in the world that I'd want to have to deal with "girl" problems on top of everything else.
Sorry again, Fox.
