That’s exactly what he said, just 
as Pee Wee showed up.                  
     He used a bat to knock four of    
them off their feet with two swings,   
dropped the bat, and then pulled a     
couple automatics on the last two.     
     He smiled and said, “Party’s over 
assholes. Leave! NOW!!”                
     They had to help one of them walk,
but eventually, they all left.         
     It was like a scene from a movie, 
but unfortunately, I didn’t get to see 
any of it, because I was still out like
a light.                               
     After I woke up and told him what 
happened, he almost killed me himself. 
     He raised the bat and swung it    
over my head, and then let it fly. He  
then bent over for a couple seconds,   
before grabbing and slamming me against
* the wall.                                
     “You’re lucky I love you like a   
brother, man, because otherwise you’d  
be dead right now.”                    
     I don’t blame him, or any of them,
for any of that.                       
     Killing a cat is not funny.       
     I was still living with Pee Wee at
the time, and he drove us home.        
     After Pee Wee told me what hap-   
pened while I was out, he didn’t say   
anything else, and I figured it        
wouldn’t be a good idea to maybe set   
him off again, so I kept quiet.        
     By the time we got there, I’d so- 
bered up enough to check and see that I
still had all my parts. Luckily,       
nothing was broken either, so all I had
to do was clean up a few cuts and      
bruises.                               



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