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Here's what happened.

All names are real, I really don't think they mind.

Me, my bro, Sam, Daniel, Blake, Kevin, Matt, and Andrew were all playing basketball at Matt's house. (We have used his driveway for years.)

Anyway, three guys were walking down the street, perpendicular from the one were were on. (We also being on the corner of said street.)

Sam goes to the end of the driveway to shoot a 3, him being the only person visible from the three guy's point of view. (Matt has a lot of trees and bushes in his front yard, I don't know why..)

Well, the leader of the three, Matt G, decided that he would be real funny, and said: "Sup nigger!"

Now, Sam being black, took this the same way that anyone would assume.
(Sam holds the same belief that I do about the word, that noone should use it, not even blacks.)

Well, that was when all Hell was about to break loose. The three guys soon realized that there was more than one person playing basketball, as Sam, running towards them, and the rest, walking right behind, made our way towards them aswell.

Matt G, continued to talk shit untill he saw the rest of us, when he suddenly changed his tune, but Sam was already there.

Now, by the time Sam got there, everyone stoped about 15 yards away, except for me. I had noticed that there was a guy, in his front yard playing with his 2yr old daughter. He was standing, listening intently to the obcenities that Sam was shouting. I had the sudden realization that the guy was going to call the cops if it got much worse.

This is where the higher path bit comes in.
Rather than let Sam beat the ever loving shit out of Matt G, I got between them and tried to calm Sam down.
(A very impossible thing to do, Sam would never stop, but I tried anyway.)

I had to physically stop Sam, by restraining him. (He didn't like that too much, and almost turned on me, lol.)
Now, while I was doing this, Andrew, one of the more imposing members of our group, was in the middle of the three guys, talking quietly. (Andrew being either the second, or best fighter of the group, either behind me, or past me.

I then let Sam go, thinking that he had calmed down, when he went for Matt G's throat. Andrew grabed Sam, and I basically switched places with Andrew.

All that happened after that was me telling the three guys to leave. Here is word for word how it went.

(Sam raising hell in the background)

Me: What the fuck were you thinking?
Matt G: I-
Me:Shut the fuck up! (grabed his shoulder)
Me again: Now get the fuck outa here, and don't say one damn word.

(The three of them quickly left and Sam was able to calm down. We continued to play basketball, for about two more hours. The guy never called the cops, and I went over to appologize to him for his daughter to have heard what was said.)
The above happend two weeks before this past Christmas.

Now what do you think? Is that an improvement from the other conflict from the "Feeling guilty" rant?

Because I really wanted to just let Sam tear that guy a new asshole. But I tried to solve it without violence, and my bud Andrew helped out.

Also, side info that you should know: Sam just recently had assault charges against him droped, about a month before this happened.

Ok, it's all up now, sorry for that pause in the story. Motorcycle issues with my bud's dad, I had to go help.

Good Job, the N word is more feared then the F word and I think thats well justified.

Anyone who uses the N-word like that deserves what's coming to them. He's lucky he didn't get a complete shit-knockin'.

perfect you couldn't have done it better ^^

I knew I would get a better review than my last one on that one, heh.
Interesting side note: At some party that Matt G and Daniel were both at, Matt G was telling his girlfriend that he beat the shit out of Sam. (LOL)

As justice would have it, Daniel told everyone in the room what really happend, and delt a serious blow to Matt G's pride.

We never told Sam about that though.

Nigger!
Cunt!
Spic!
Russkie!
Wetback!
Canuck!
Kraut!
Yank!
Durka Durka!
Jewbag!


I don't consider myself to be a bad person. If words drive you over the edge, you fail.

That One Internet Guy Wrote:Nigger!
Cunt!
Spic!
Russkie!
Wetback!
Canuck!
Kraut!
Yank!
Durka Durka!
Jewbag!


I don't consider myself to be a bad person. If words drive you over the edge, you fail.

The word in question is offencive: end of. And well done on not resorting to violence, but your friend needs to learn to control himself.

Quote:Jewbag!

:? Obviously, there's a word you don't know.

Okay, time for me to chip in my $0.02

Now, I have a friend of an arabic/indian background. None of us, even Daniel (that's his name) is sure exactly what his genetic and cultural background is.

Regardless
He has what could be called a normal Arabic complexion; y'know, that really bronzey-olive color? Well this is kind of the source of our little story.

me an' him were talkin' about something, (I don't remember what it was exactly) but another 'gentleman' (I use the term very, very loosely) walked by, and I guess when he thought he was out of earshot he uttered these words, which, to my dismay, will be forever tattooed in my memory:

"Mother F--kin' Cameljockies"

I didn't say anything, but in my mind I was thinking: "Just who the fuck do you think you are!?"

Daniel was a little more... expressive. He stood up slowly; very calmly and purposefully. I thought he was going to simply bitch him out. Instead, Daniel waited until the 'gentleman' turned around, and bloodied his nose.

It was very strange. The whole incident seemed so calm and rational when I think about it. Daniel was suspended for 2 days for fighting, but our 'friend' got a week and a write-up in his permanent record for 'racial discrimination'. Once in a while, the high school system actually delivers justice. :P

So a note to those who think this shit is funny: Don't. You never know who will turn on you for it.