Enemy of an enemy is a friend?

My preface - I will never understand the mentality of a human being whose seemingly sole purpose in socializing is to finish a night or weekend with an assault charge pending and I really, truly do believe I have a better grasp of the mind than an average person. Is this because my upbringing associates itself with labels like ‘elite’, ‘affluent’, ‘civil’ and so forth; and theirs…. Scum?

I have no idea.

My first meeting with, let’s call this fellow – ‘Scum’ was at One Movement on Saturday afternoon, I was at the VIP area, walking out to which he so politely asked “Do you need those glasses to see or something cunt?”. I casually smirked and ignored.
I can recall every aspects of this example of what the sewers would consider an alpha male in its purest:
• Unit T shirt
• Arnette Sunglasses hanging from the rear of the head
• Ripped denim billabong jeans (not fitted)
• Faux leather white pointed toe laceless shoes
• Barbed wire tattoo around both upper arms
• Two Pure Blonde beverages
I told my friends about this encounter, namely the question, nothing in detail as it made a nice little inside joke regarding myopia.

My second meeting with this fellow was, I guess on my former ‘home ground’ at Amplifier. I had not been there on a Saturday in a long time. My oh my how things have changed in the last few years (by the way I’m not one of those people who reminisce about how good Amps was back in the day since I used to go to Claremont all the time).

Sitting down with my feet up on a stool, I had my water on there. The sewer being approached me. Threw the water on the ground, picked up the stool and asked (told) me “You don’t need this right, I’ll just take it off you”. I muttered some profanity and he asked me if I had something to say – I smiled and reminded him not to drop it on his foot.
A girl sitting with the group apologized to me on their behalf.
Thoughtful… but probably meaningless.

Now, my favourite meeting. The third.
Leaving the establishment, I could not help but hear some girls screaming and some people yelling and some chairs being shuffled about loudly. At my amazement, I saw my favourite sewer being sitting down on a chair, holding his nose / face in general with blood coming down it and looking somewhat dazed.
After asking around for the circumstances, my dearest sewer being had told someone to get off a chair so he could use it and to his amazement, a refusal.
Threats were made and eventually he bit off more than he could chew. I wonder if it’s ironic that his assailant looked like he belonged in the same drainpipe, yet I had the utmost respect?

It was nice to see the universe balancing itself out and an indirect justice sort of served.
It is encounters like this that I yearn to leave this place, leave my friends, my family and be somewhere comfortable where I do not have to worry about every second person who takes a longer glance at me to whether or not I will have a physical confrontation to deal with.

But I guess that is life, so social, so physical, so emotional… so stay home.