Party Boy

It had been a good year at the college. I was glad about how my classes were going, and work was accommodating my schedule to allow a decent amount of study time. Did I study, no. Still, I demanded that time so it felt good to have it.
It was Friday and I was up to my usual antics to the exponent Friday. Me and the boys had it planned we were goin' to the bar that night and I was rip roarin' ready to go.
Before we headed over; me and my buddy stopped where a couple friends were gathered to get 'a few in us' before the bar. We had a great time, right off the bat. There was nothing gonna stop this from being a wild night.
After about 6 or 7 quickies, we hop in my truck and take off for a couple packs of smokes and a date with disaster.
We get to the club around eleven o'clock at night and it is packed. As we walk in, I can see all the guys in the far corner around a table, so we go over and have a few drinks. The place was packed, and I was out of control. By the time I begin to clue in that I haven't been seeing anyone around, I'm almost too drunk to talk.
I had been dancing the entire night with girls that were come to think of it mildly impressed with my moves. I had a habit of getting 'in the zone' and putting my hat quite a bit lower over my face...I thought it looked cooler than my face and, I didn't want to see the reactions a drunk fool gets.
But I was still confident enough in the little bit of acknowledgment that anyone was giving me too continue acting this way. Like this behavior SHOULD be rewarded with a wonderful young lady... tsk tsk.
Now, the guys... They obviously had been seeing me act how I was acting; and for my buddy's they saw me having a good time. But, the one who had always had a chip on his shoulder about me; HE felt jealous.
He was jealous I was receiving attention from people due to my stupidity. He was just as dirty a sinner as I was.
Last Call.
We head out into the parking lot and my buddy I came with comes up too me and WARNS me about the jealous party. It had already reached the surface and he wasn't happy.
Even though the ego I had created remained intact the alcohol was enough to demolish any fear. I immediately confronted him. The first explosion he gave me was enough for me to demand a fight; to my surprise, he didn't respond.
This (the fact he didn't fight) was a huge blow to his ego, why wouldn't he have fought a shrimp like me?



The crowd separates our argument/tussle and the air is clear for a moment. I turn to the friend I had came with proposing we leave. Then, I'm coming to in a different parking lot about 100 feet away. He had hit me hard that I fell and cracked my head on the pavement.
There was 'kill' on the mind.
We rushed back to the club to see if he was there. Got in my truck and raced out of the parking lot. Two blocks away I was pulled over and arrested. Charged with impaired and made a fool of.
At one moment I was invincible, I could have beat that wannabe to a pulp.
Then; half an hour later; I was helpless.
P.s: When the cops took my truck and impounded it there was 3.5 grams of mushrooms in the glove box.