There are thousands of stories I could write about Joe, but one night Feather Welch, who was a kind loving soul and very intelligent too, though Feather had a drinking problem like many who entered Joe’s establishment, was agitated that night and uncharacteristically loud and mouthy, Joe was not in a great and best mood himself, Feather told Joe, “Fuck you,” and yet Joe ignored him, the night progressed with more assertive badgering by Feather, this aggression was amped up further with each passing moment, this bellicosity was fomenting into a crest of madness, Feather seemed triggered by Joe’s ignoble defiance of balking on every engagement, Joe’s patience though was escalating, this perturbation was backing him up into a corner; Joe was a boxer in the Army, so, he had no problem knocking anyone's block off, and he hit with accuracy and thunderous pummeling. Feather wanted a free beer sitting at the barstool, but Joe declined to give him one, which spurned Feather into combatants of verbal abuse, again, Joe just ignored him. At almost midnight, Joe was about to close the doors, Feather managed to coax others to buy him a few beers, but the night on average was very slow, Joe told everyone to leave, and it was closing time.
Feather jumped up from his stool and whispered something into Joe’s ear, Joe immediately shoved Feather back, knocking over a chair or two, Feather got right back up and shoved Joe back into some tables, this riled Joe into a frenzy, and he hit Feather in the jaw, which would easily have knocked out anyone but not Feather, Feather grabbed Joe and wrestled him to the floor, hitting him with a few punches that seemed to just glance off Joe’s face without any damage, they somehow ended up on the dancefloor, Joe was on top of Feather then Feather was on top of Joe, both gasping for air, both out of shape, and yet both wanted to win, neither one batted an eye, they went after each other like animals, I seriously think if one had a gun on them that one would have shot the other. Feather was getting the best of Joe too, hurting Joe as I've never seen, never knew Joe could be bested or beaten by a drunk but Feather was sticking him with good hits, then they locked up on the floor again. They looked like to grizzly bears mauling each other.
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