A day in the life of a good friend......

Doug
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This is the kinda thing that happens to Doug every couple of months.(his words will follow my brief description) Trust me he doesn't look for trouble. I've known him for 15+ years and was the best man at his wedding. But the way the world works, it now and again feeds him when he's having one of those (Limp Bizkit - Break Something) days. I've actually never seen him street fight but I was his corner man at a sanctioned event way down in Georgia and I know nothing much about fighting. I remember the ref telling me to stop beating on the mat screaming, 'hit him' and he also reprimanded Doug for cussing. What a pair! The shot of Jack Daniels sure tasted good after that fight and I didn't even get a broken rib. When I first met him at work in Maryland we became fast friends and bicycle riding was our thing. We were so close in fitness it was just awful now that I think back. We'd do mtn bike races and it didn't matter if I finished next to last as long as he was last. I remember following him in a race for almost 3 hours and I couldn't catch him but I could see him. We finished seconds apart. 1 ride in the mtns of Maryland there were some wild dogs and I remember this like it was yesterday...2 of the guys climbed trees and I was between the tree climbers and Doug and he yelled at those dogs, ' Come on!' and they ran away!. As a road rider we do take quite a bit of abuse and 1 morning he was alone and a Maryland redneck buzzed him while he was cruising. Redneck stops his his big redneck truck that is surely a sign of small penis and continues to spout off about how he hated bike fagots in their tight shorts and such. Doug simply said, 'come over here and get ur ass kicked by a bike fagot' and he promptly punched him 1 time. Doug has always seemed like a fair person to me but maybe I'm biased....Maybe I'm right. So here is a story from June 2009 and a few pics.....I miss you brother...
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Some rasta gansta wanna be threatened to shoot me this morning. He was a black guy guy with long dreads, probably about mid 20's. He cut me off in traffic and then honked at me and flipped me off. I cooly shot him a bird back. He pulled up beside and pointed his fingers at me acted like he was shooting... so I pretended to shoot back. Well he started to follow me and tailed me to a Walgreen parking lot. I pulled into a space and he pulled behind me and blocked me in. I got out and walked over to his passenger window. He said "what's your problem Cracka?". I said "I'm no Cracka. And what the hell is YOUR problem?". He said this and I said that...jawing back and forth. Then I said "And who the hell are you to threaten to shoot me? Do I look like I give a F*** if I get shot?" He said "I don't make threats. I just shoot.". So I said "then Shoot me, bi**h". I could see him shaking and knew (or at least hoped) he was full of crap. He said "I dont need no gun. I'll beat yo A$$". He put it Park and started to get out. I said " you might beat me or I might smack that damn weave out of your head. I did'nt get this ear from eating pu$$y." then I put in my mouth piece and said "cmon fu**er" He said "man, I aint worrying bout you". and drove off.

It was probably a stupid thing to do, but screw it. I'd rather die in a fight than by something boring like a staph infection. Seriously, I have a big nose, cheap clothes, a dead end job and I drive a station wagon. Why wouldn't I want to be shot?