This was a crazy night.

It was my friend's bachelor party. 

Paintball. Dinner. Strip Club.

Exiting the strip club.

This guy was taking a piss.

My friend pushed him. 

The guy was mad and approaching my friend.

I told the guy to calm down. 

He punched me.

My glasses went flying.

Then it was a ruckus, but the guy walked away.

There was a lot more of us, but this guy talked about getting his heat.

Found my glasses.

The guy his me clean, I didn't expect it at all.

The good news was his punch didn't hurt at all.

Split a car with my friend.

I told the driver two stops.

One in BK Heights and one in Ft. Greene.

He said $30.

Got in the cab.

We dropped my friend off.

The guy said you didn't say two stops.

I said we did.

We argued. 

He unlocked the door for me to get out.

I got out. I walked away.

He turned around and swore.

Then he said I'm gonna shoot you.

He popped open his trunk.

Then he said you're lucky this is a busy street. 

Pulled something out and I ran for my life.

I ran on cross streets.

Found another car and left.

Never ran so fast in my life.

I felt like I was reading lyrics to a punk song.

Crazy, dude.

My friend just got mugged at gun point 3 nights ago around Bushwick. 

See this is why you carry guns in your sweatpants. So this stuff doesn't happen.

The first incident wasn't bad, more annoying. My glasses were fine. He hit me around the temple. No idea if that guy was just talking about having a gun. I didn't see anything.

The second incident was terrible. The guy pulled something out of his trunk. My heart was beating as fast as it ever has.

Glad you're okay, pal. We don't want you leaving your burgeoning prefix empire too soon.

What part of the city was this? 

fuck.

too bad that taxi episode wasn't more like the big lebowski/eagles scene.