Do you think he's been drinking?
Louis Proyect wrote:
P.S. Only one time in my life did I get into bare-knuckle fisticuffs with
an assailant; the whole hill, the whole nine yards. Punching and kicking
and wrastlin' arond with the guy on the floor. The year was 1972. The
scene
was in a friend's apartment in downtown Santiago where a coupla of
weird-lookin' smart ass Russkies had come over for some late night
drinkies
with me and some friends. The assailant, my punch-out partner, was a
drunken pudgy Russian in a black suit, white shirt and a narrow dark tie.
He was Raul Castro's personal translator it turned out. I had to take the
dude down and punch out his lights as he kept trying to knock down the
bathroom door with his shoulde to get to my room-mate's terrified girl
friend on the other side. I finally put him down after I worked up the
nerve to boink him over the head with a bottle of rotgut Russian vodka he
had brought over the from the Soviet Embassy. Once he was down, Monika, a
visisitng West German cineaste, gave him a few Prussian-grade kicks in
the
kidneys for good measure. It all felt very cold-warish and very
satisfying,
I might say.
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