Another Old Story!!!

I just remembered a funny story from a few years back. This story is known as...
The Time my Girlfriend Almost Got Me Shot
So there we were, Hayley, my buddy Mark, and myself. We had been out and about on the town. Drinking and partying and what not. We're walking back to Hayley's place and goofing around on the walk. Hayley and I engage in a little play fight, as we're both drunk. But then she smacks me right in the side of the head.
Sidebar: I hate getting hit in the head. A shot to the nuts pisses me off less than a head shot. It's really the only thing that sets me off. I've taken accidental shots to the groin and just laughed about it once I was able to stand. But head-shots....
Hayley doesn't even realize she did it, as she claims it was not intentional. To this day I wonder. Anyways...I'm angry, but determined to not let that kill my drunken state. So we continue on walking and enjoying ourselves. Laughing, joking, stumbling, all having a great time. For whatever reason, we repeat our little play fight when we're a couple blocks from her place. And guess what! Hayley cracks me upside the head again, pretty hard. Now I'm convinced it's intentional and I'm mad. So I fall back on my old wrestling skills and quickly lay her gently on the ground. But I'm angry and refuse to let her get up. She has no idea I'm angry and is just laughing about it all, which isn't helping.
So there's her trying to stand up, me pushing her down when she tries to get, and Mark standing by watching the entire thing. Which is when things go wrong. We're doing this on a fairly busy street in an area that's not the greatest part of Boston. It's far from bad, but known for having the occational street brawls and stabbings/shootings. Paul Pierce, of Celtics fame, got stabbed in a night club not far from where we were. So 3 guys in a mid-90s teal Chevy Cavalier pull up. Actual dialog....
Strange Guys: "What's up, you guys beating up a woman now?!"
Mark, pointing directly at them from 5 yards away: "Mind your own fucking business!!!"
I'm only vaguely aware this is going on, as I'm pissed off and focused on pushing Hayley down without actually hurting her. The car promptly swerves to the curb and 2 guys jump out. Now Hayley is yelling "They're pulling over. They're pulling over!!" Cause she can see what's going on here, while Mark and I can't. So I let her up and she quickly gets b/t the 2 groups trying to explain what was going on and how it was all okay. Mark and I are drunk and also trying to explain, but doing a poor job. The guys are clearly pissed about being talked to as they were, but Hayley succeeds in getting them to back off. And as the guys are getting back in their car, the one fires off the key remark: "You guys are lucky. I should just cap the both of you." And we could all tell he not only has a gun, but wouldn't really hesitate to use it. Just a feeling you get.
So we get back to Hayley's, Mark heads on his merry way back to his place. At this point Hayley and I get into a fight over the head shots. Big one, cause we're both drunk. But this isn't the important/funny part of the night, so I shall end things here.
Moral of the story: Don't hit me in the f'n head!!
Now I know, this story makes me seem like a terrible person. But I was hammered and she kept hitting me in the head. And I went out of my way to not hurt her, so back off. And it's a good thing Hayley never reads my blog, like she should, as she probably wouldn't appreciate my re-telling of it :) But the hell with that!
PEACE!!

p.s. Hayley was so sorry/upset she was prepared to sleep on her own couch while I got the bed. It was a small victory for every guy that's been forced to sleep on the couch for something that wasn't really his fault. She did come back to bed eventually, and all was well.