...he drew it.

They said they would be here in fifteen minutes. I'm just chilling with Matt and a few friends in a bar downtown Toronto and there is a pretty bartender. These guys came into the bar and took one guy and started to beat him with a baseball bat. No one was doing anything except screaming. I calmly walked up to the guys with two beers (that I got from that cute bartender) and I have one to the guy with the bat. He took it with one hand and i quickly grabbed the bat from him and took it away. They decided they were not done with the poor guy so they started hurting him with the bottles and whipping salt shakers at him. I felt an urge to stop it so I went at them this time with conviction and speed and I hit one in the gut so he went down. The second I took my time and i hit his arms repeatedly and didn't stop until he stopped trying to lash out at me. Then I proceeded to the second guy coming around. I went for his legs and also continued till he was down for the count. I then called Rob and Niko for like the fourth time and asked them to pick us up. We had called them at eight thirty, it was a quarter till orange already!

Wilderness

I am laying on my porch, tanning, reading a book with my brother. I've been there for a while as i really feel the waves of heat hitting my skin. Matthew, my brother, went inside to get something, and i fell right back into the story of the book. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye I spotted something out of the ordinary moving to my right. It was something big. I could not recognize it at first because i saw it though the slits in the wooden porch fence yet my gaze and full concentration was given to the new foreign moving object. I heard it make a noise, it sounded like a low growl, yet also a purr. This scared me half to death and I quickly collected my wits and told myself to chill. For the moment I forgot Matthew had deserted me and I waved my hand without taking my eyes off the beast. It must have had an accomplice watching from another location because the second I moved my hand it changed course, realizing it's position was compromised. I heard my brother inside doing something in the kitchen, and I quickly with a loud voice commanded that he come out with multiple knives. For himself he brought the new footlong CutCo serrated knife, while for me he tossed into the air the big half cleaver half sword knife (my favourite). Without moving the rest of my body I caught the knife and mentally prepared for war. The beast was upon us. It was a large mountain lion, no mane, because, they don't have them... There was fear it it's eyes.