Sherry got into a fight. We stopped at her friends house yesterday. It was on the way back from dinner. There was a party going on. Her friend invited us inside. He wanted to show Sherry his bedroom wall. He had painted a pretty wicked surf mural. He was pretty cool. A good artist. Also a generous person. He shared some killer weed.

We caught a nice buzz. But some stupid bitch killed it for us. We were on our way out. This drunk bitch backs up into us. She was carrying two beers at the time. They both come flying out of her hands. Bridget and I barely got wet. But poor Sherry was soaked. The drunk bitch got pissed. Even though she was at fault. She pushed Sherry down. Started kicking her. Things got out of control fast.

Soon everyone was chanting "Fight!" A circle had formed. Sherry started fighting back. She had the bitch down. Pummeling her face with punches. But the bitch had friends. They ganged up on Sherry. Pulled her off the bitch. Then held her while the bitch got to her feet. Thats when Bridget and I tried to intervene. But we were on the outside of the circle. By the time we broke through it was all over.

The bitch and her friends were on the ground. Sherry was towering over them. We were stunned. Somehow Sherry had turned it around. Kicked some major ass. Her cheek was a little bruised. Her blouse was a little torn. But other than that she was okay. Until she got in the car. Then she started bawling. It was understandable. Shes typically not a violent person. Bridget crawled into the backseat. Held her on the drive home.