So last Thursday a friend of mine said, "Let's go up to San Francisco!" And I thought hmmm, ok why not. I hadn't been up there since 1981 and I liked what I saw back then. The reason for going up there was to pick up someone. So it was me, my friend and his friend, a guy I hadn't known that long, but he seemed ok. For the purpose of this story lets call him FRED. We would be driving up to Frisco in FRED's car. FRED and my friend had apparently known each other longer than my friend knew me. Initially we went to FRED's mom's house. She lives up in what they refer to as "Palibu" or what is essentially Pacific Palisades and Malibu. A very nice area with plenty of nice and expensive houses. Me and FRED talked, he said I would supply a full tank up to Frisco and for that I would have 'fun'. I had my hesitation and concerns, especially when it turned out that we were picking 3 people not just 1. But in the end I agreed because I didn't have anything else to do and I might have some fun. Let me make a long story short. Or at least a lot shorter than it needs to be. On this road trip FRED turned out to be a COMPLETE jackass beyond the point of dealing with. He was basically a 5 year old boy raised by wolves in a thirtysomething body. He didn't care about anything or anybody. I ended up spending almost $100 within the first 24 hours. No one else had any money. I was buying all the gas and food. When we were in Richmond we ran out of gas and I gave up my last $5. While my friend fetched gas from a nearby gas station, FRED persisted to annoy and bother me with his patended immature and jackass-like ways while in the back seat. After more than a day of this I snapped. In a blind rage I got up out of the passenger seat while in the car and reach back to the back seat where FRED was and I began to BEAT MY FISTS AGAINST HIS HEAD AT HIGH RATES OF SPEED. I was punching him and trying to find better ways of knocking him out. He retaliated by trying to kick me or at least block me from getting to him. That worked for about 2 or 3 seconds. Then I grabbed his legs by the ankles and moved them aside and returned to socking him in his head as much as I could as fast as I could. And you know what? DAMN IT FELT GOOD! It felt so good administrating pain on FRED the jackass. He summoned my dark side and I let loose on him like I have on no other person. It was a complete rush and I was enjoying every moment, every nuance of my kicking of his annoying and aggrivating ass. FRED finally was able to grapple me and hold me in a semi-head lock but not before I was able to also apply my grip on his neck and head. So basically we were at a draw, except I had just kicked his ass and he was trying to stop me. While attempting to make me stop I was also making him hurt by applying my squeeze to his neck. He asked "Are you going to stop?" I told him yes I would, just back off. He finally let go and I let go of him and we backed up. He immediately began yelling "Get out!" I thought hmmm ok he wants to fight outside, let's make this more interesting. But no, he just wanted me to leave his car. I apologized for attacking him but he insisted that I get out so I grabbed my bag from the back and I left to walk up the street where my friend was. I saw him filling up a jug of gas and I called him over and told him that I had just attacked FRED, his friend. He quickly walked back to FRED's car to see what happened. I was loitering at the gas station in Richmond on a Friday night, a place I had never been before and I doubt I would return. I collected my thoughts and began to ponder how I could make it back to L.A. without FRED and his fucked up old Ford Explorer. I had a credit card and a bit of money in my checking account. Realistically, I thought, I could catch a plane and fly down to L.A. if I really had to. My friend drove FRED's car over to me at the gas station with FRED in the passenger seat and he told me that FRED didn't want me back in his car, which I could understand. My friend talked to me a bit, told me he was stuck in between us and didn't have much choice. He would ride back down to L.A. with FRED. I had to figure out another way to get back home. So I asked the people at the gas station to call me a cab and I took it to Oakland Airport where I was hoping to catch a flight down to LAX. Turns out I just missed the last flight(10:30) that night and the next one would be at 6:40 the next morning. So I hung out at the airport for about 11 or so hours and very early this morning I boarded my plane and finally made it back to L.A. I ended up spending A LOT of money on this debacle of a road trip, close to $400, and I still hadn't really seen San Francisco, only from very far away. But for the chance to beat up FRED after he kept taunting and annoying me to no end, it was worth it and I am not mad whatsoever. Ok maybe I'm still mad at FRED and if I ever see him again I'll probably attack him again and kick his ass again because FRED is a bitch and perhaps my role in his life is to beat him up whenever I see him. Normally I am not a violent person. On the contrary, I'm usually the one that tells everyone to chill and think about it. But on this special occasion there was someone completely worthy of getting beat up and I was in their vicinity. In this life there are people that just straight up need their ass kicked. No words, medication or the like to cure them of their ignorance and selfishness. Just a healthy dose of punches and brute force applied in large quantities.