Shot's Fired!!!

Brah was out, drunk, running around shaking your dreads and I (on the top floor of the Hotel) yell at you to stop "hootin and hollarin'! and go to bed!" You refuse to stop and so go to my drawer and pull out my old 45 revolver and yell, "If you don't stop now then I gonna shoot you!" You yell something at me and take a shot, miss. And another, miss. I go back to bed, too tired to deal wih this "nonsense" while you are ranting at my in your Carribean accent. Thus creating a feud between you and my old white republican self.