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About 15 years ago I was riding in the car with my buddy Tommy, who was blasting some screamo band like Saetia. (We were on our way to the Toys R Us in Mesa to engage in an all-out brawl between two friend groups, over some beef involving a girl with straightened black hair). . .
~30 people showed up, split pretty evenly. One kid had a cane and the rumor was that it turned into a sword with a twist and a pull. We gathered behind the store where trucks unloaded their shipments. Our friend, [name redacted], charged towards a guy sporting a lip ring . .
and wearing eyeliner. That guy, due to his tight bitch pants, wobbled towards our friend, and swooped him up like he was greeting his son after a long day of work. But then he threw our friend to the pavement and even the cane/sword carrying ninja felt something change. Tommy was
ready “to make someone bleed.” But the lady in question, in her sharpie-marked up converse, ran out in the middle of it all, yelling at her ex-bf, the man no longer in her MySpace top 8, telling him to stop. Our friend, dizzy and teary, got up and yelled at us for not helping.
The all-out brawl didn’t happen. Security guards on a golf cart broke it up. There was a real fight about 30 minutes later when the disgruntled ex-bf and his cronies swarmed my friend at a red light but that isn’t the point of this thread. The point is Saetia and screamo music.
