This is the actual text from my reminder:

YOU WILL BE KILLED BY ME (who is YOU) if you do not see this on OPENING NIGHT.

I thought that was hilarious. And I did see it on opening night. Sad that the comic book was better, although I DID enjoy the movie. I love seeing characters come to life, and live on, it helps that the movie wasn't a creative failure - when not being compared to other mediums.

That post was in Draft for a while, whoops. Baby steps.

Last Saturday night I went to the Caribbean staple Scruples and encountered more assholes than you could shake a stick at.

Two events stand out, and I can refer to them all as you gaze upon this picture. It's kind of a "Where's Waldo?"-type deal.

First off, I had a couple extra VIP passes to the party. Now, I ain't the type to hustle tickets at the door (SAD kicks into full effect), so I just thought I'd just give them to some decent people and be on my way. So, there was this group of people that pulled into the parking lot the same time as I that - peripherally - seemed like good cats, so when I bounced them up in the line I decided I'd found my charity cases. This begins bad experience No. 1: Apart from being looked at like I was trying to sell them some smack, this bitch (whom I assume wears the pants in her relationship) elbows her boyfriend out of the way, took the tickets, and didn't even have the decency to say "Thank you." When I asked if they'd like the comps (no strings) she said "Okay," and took them. What the fuck is that shit? Where has common broughtupsy gone?

I would have said thanks AND bought that person a drink. Motherfuckers. The bitch is the indian in red (left foreground), and her boyfriend is the comb-over whose head you only see the top of. There's another picture of her trying to bludgeon his dick with her boney ass but I ain't linking to that, I can only handle so much balding fat Indian. Next time I'm going to give the comps to the roughneck bush coolies wearing those LEE jeans from 1988, at least I know what to expect with them.

The second incident comes dead center (in the photo); that extra-crispy fried cunt in the yellow jersey holding up the Guyanese flag. If you look directly to his left you will see (what I assume is) his brother, and to his right my brother Troy, and even further right - me drinking a Carib. It's no accident I was facing in that direction, because I was waiting to plant the bottle on that motherfucker's head. Bad experience No. 2: All through the night ANYTIME the word "Trinidad" was uttered in a song one of the cocksucker-duo would put up both his middle fingers to the crowd and do a slow 360 degree turn with that all-too-common "I'm a badjohn" look on his face, while the other would hold up the Guyanese flag to the crowd. So let me get this straight: you IN a Trini party, DANCING to Trini music, yet felt compelled to FLIP OFF all the Trinidadians... am I missing something here? You MUST be a cunt.

So that ALONE was driving me crazy, yet oddly enough nobody else seemed to care. THEN out of the clear fucking blue the short-haired member of the duo look to oppose Troy. It was almost comical. He would step back a few feet, then walk up threateningly - head cocking from left to right - right up into Troy's grill. Rinse. Repeat. It looked like the mating ritual of a retarded turkey. At that moment I saw the long-haired pube coming to back up his brother, I cut him off and returned his "I gonna fuck you up" stare with one of my own, clearly mocking him. Amazingly enough the guy was more confused than angry, and didn't push past me or get in my face. Nothing came of it, but soon after Troy was talking to one of their boys like they used to pitch marble back in St. Xavier's (the guy with both hands up in front of the pillar). All was apparently well with the world. It was very "Swingers" (at least with the rest of their crew). However, I kept an empty Carib bottle in my back pocket for the rest of the night. I had decided if they were still looking for a fight I'd be happy to supply one.

Not smart, especially in hindsight, because both of those guys were twice my build, and would have probably crushed me. But I dunno, something really got lit in me when I saw them pissing all over Trinidad. I have never personally known a Guyanese except in passing, but this experience has really soured my taste for them.

Besides that there was at least one non-asshole, and he is immortalized with his crew here. Been a long freakin' time.