People have always told me that I've had a mouth. And I'm damn proud of it. I can say anything I want to say and do anything I want to do.
Most people don't have the guts to say what I say, therefor if anyone challenges me, I can handle it. I always thought that. If I tell you that you're ugly, nine times out of ten you're probably smacked as fuck. That's just how it is.

My words cut deep, like an anchor through the water. The water is your emotions. The things I say impact people and what's more nothing has ever come bad from speaking my true opinion. It's because I'm always right. So when I say these things people accept it. Cause I'm right and I know it.

My name is Bass. I've been a blessing to this world for 21 years. I've got everything I want. A hot girl, a sweet ride and pretty well paying job. I'm not half ugly either. I'm well off. People respect me and I spit my game.

So when I'm in a situation like this, it almost makes me want to rethink everything, like...where did it go wrong. Isn't honesty the best thing. Here I am in a bar, about fight this greaser looking dude who's looking at me like he's gonna end me.

Little does he know he's about to get fucked up if he's trying to mess with me. He's out here like.

"The fuck did you just say to me?" He say's tilting his sunglasses down so I can see his eyes and how serious it is. It's dark in here so I can't even see if the dude has eyes. More over why the fuck is he wearing shades in doors anyways, fuck is his deal?

"You heard me. You're in my spot, move." I say not losing my resolve. This guy didn't look all that strong. The worst that could happen is him pulling out one of those faggot knives that they used back in the 80s. He can come get this shit.

"Hah. What? Nah. I've been here. I don't see your name, so you better take that shit somewhere else, along with your slut of a girlfriend." The man said with a laugh.

Aw hell naw. Nope.

Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.

Fuck that noise. This guy just lost the last change he had.

I knock this heffer's drink off the table.
And immediately he stands up and takes the first punch.

It wasn't pretty.

I go flying. I even get knocked into a table. Glass falls over and the guy starts running towards me to get the next punch.

I don't wanna look like I'm getting my ass beat, so I hop up from the table and run back at him.

We connect and he knees me in my stomach, so hard blood comes out of my mouth.

Why the hell was he so strong?

The fuck.

I hear my girl scream on the other side of the bar. Yep, blood was spilled.

It was clear, I fucked with the wrong person.

I fell to my knees and he grabs my shirt, and slams me on the bar counter and drags me along the glasses, spilling countless drinks and I feel some of the glass into my body, I howl out in pain. I can still hear my girl scream. The guy with the shades justs laughs and pulls me close to look at my bruised face.

"Where's that big talk man? Huh? I thought you wanted you're spot back?" Guy says with malice and tons of anger, I really pissed this guy off. He drops me to the floor It hurts like hell, I just want it to stop. I mutter something I haven't muttered in years.

"I'm sorry man, look I'm sorry..." I said outloud. In the distance, I hear someone saying "Call the police" It would end soon. I hurt all over.

"Oh really? So you'll give me more money to buy another drink right?" The guy with the shades said with a smile. I weakly nodded.

He slammed me on the floor one more time. I moaned out in pain.
Who the hell was this guy.

He looks down at me and smiles.

"See young guys like you are getting real confident. It looked like you needed to get checked." He said with a certain anger. Still he was smiling.

"Fuck...man...I'm sorry." I get out closing my eyes to grasp the pain.

"I know you are. You've got broken glass inside of you." He says looking my injuries over.

"I respect you man." I say suddenly.

"I mean yeah, I beat that ass. But if I hear you talking shit to anyone else just because you think you can, I'm gonna be back to beat that ass again. Bet on it." Guy said once more before getting up and walking out of the bar without any resistance.

I passed out.

When I woke up, I wasn't angry.

I just couldn't stop thinking.

I was in the hospital because of something that I said and did.

I know I have alot of thinking to do.

Maybe even a bit of learning.

It'll take some time.

But in the meantime...who the fuck was that guy...

END.

I'm so sure Bass didn't actually learn anything. But hey, maybe he won't talk smack to strangers no more, ya dig?