Close

LA SURVIVAL GUIDE

I DON'T HAVE YOUR BACK

03.09

Being part of the LA party crowd one associates with a lot of obnoxious types. Like the "Conveniently Forgetting His Wallet Guy," the "We Have To Go Back I Lost My Phone Girl," the "I’m Too Drunk You Need To Drive My Car Dude," the "Obsessive Texters and the Pukers," to name but a few. I myself used to be the "Gets Us Kicked Out For Looking Too Wasted Guy." 

But hands down the most annoying person to go out boozing with is "The Fighter," that guy who can seemingly get into a fight anywhere, over anything. I’ll call my Fighter, Jack.  

Jack is a relatively normal chap when sober. Incredibly fun when slightly buzzed. But somewhere in between that 4th and 5th drink something happens. First he gets happy, but in a fake way, forcefully over-laughing at things. Then comes the no-standards wandering eye, ogling any girl that passes. Then it’s time to do shots, and anyone who won’t partake is being a “pussy.” Finally, like some addled vet still paranoid of an attack, Jack’s head and eyes start dodging around the room – I call this his "There Might Be Ninjas" phase. We’ve crossed the event horizon. A fight is now unavoidable.