The Peacemaker

Well I can quite safely say that I am one hell of a peacemaker. I hope you are sat comfortably whilst you are reading this, because my dear friends, yesterday was one hell of an adventure.

Picture if you will, a sunny afternoon and I am drinking a nice refreshing pint of beer, Grosch to be precise. Sat with me in the bar are my good friends, Porno Jim and Gary Christian. We are also joined by Gary's girlfriend Jasmine. As we sit there, drinking and joking and talking about the intresting topics of the day (such as the suicide in Crawley) our table is appraoched by a man, rage burning in his eyes and whiskey in his breath. This man's name was Charlie, and he was not a happy bunny.

As it turns out in this crazy little town that I call home, nothing is ever simple. Charlie is Jasmine's ex husband, although in his drunken state, he was not liking the idea of Jasmine and Gary being together. He is also Gary's next door neighbour. He began to swear at Gary, threatening him with the usual drunk verbal abuse with some rather fruitful language. Charlie then turned to swear at myself, threatening to knock me out and the like. Now I am nice reasonable person, but I was not about to be bullied out of my local pub. So I rose to my feet, told him that I had paid money to have a beer and to be in the pub like everybody else. I mean here he was, an angry drunk guy, whom I had never met before, squaring up to me and trying to intimidate me. All of this despite the fact that he could hardly stand straight, never mind throw a punch at me.

Jasmine fled the pub quickly, she did not want to be around this guy, and quite frankly I didnt blame her. This guy was seriously pissed.

So yes, Jasmine fled and there we stayed. Charlie then started swearing at Gary again, and after he tried to headbutt him, the landlord stepped in, calling for calm. Calm came, or so I thought. Porno Jim left and then there were three. We sat together, and drank together, but I was not enjoying this newfound and uneasy peace. When Gary left to get another drink, Charlie revealed his intentions to me. He was planning to murder Gary later that evening. I talked with this would be murderer, asking him about his life and his past.

He told me about his 11 year old son, and about his own childhood. About how he lost his father at a very young age. I refered to his son, about how would he feel if his father was locked up in a cage like an animal. And to his own childhood, about how he feltwhen he lost his father, and did he really want for his son to go through the same thing. Then something amazing happened. The anger in his face disappeared. He calmed down, he realled calmed down. He thanked me and hugged me. Then Charlie and Gary shook hands, hopefully ending their bitter feud. Soon after, Charlie dropped his pint glass and was swiftly thrown out of the pub.

It just gos to show you, that in life, you should never be too busy to have a drink in a bar, because an adventure might just pass you by. God Bless and Much Love