The best night ever

Before John A. punched John H. I think we were all overall pretty excited because it was one of those nights where one thing just led to another and we started at Ronny's house pregaming just pounding those Natty Lights and even then had a feeling that this wasn't just any other night, that good things were ahead, and none of us knew there would be fighting at the end of course but there was just this buzz that I can't really put into words and I kept catching my friends smiling at me and even though I'd say What the fuck are you looking at queer? I'd have to look away because I really wanted to smile back, like I knew that they knew that I knew that WE BOTH KNEW something big and great was coming, that sort of crystal-clear like-a-movie moment that you will remember for the rest of your life and repeat over and over in bars even once we don't have to worry about asshole bouncers taking those shitty fakes Marty Chung prints off from his bootleg printer in his mom's shitty house and calling the cops and at that point all you can really do is run to a buddy's house and scream into your cell Dude just let me in and chill in his basement until you're sure you're fine and just pony up the $75 again and hope you don't get caught next time.