It's official.

I live in a fucking madhouse.

Here are just a few of the events that took place last night:
I - I - had to spend about half an hour stopping a fight from happening. About 10 people all yelling in somebody else's face, some jackass brandishing a beer bottle and saying that he was trained by Chuck Liddell, pulling people away and going back to grab someone else only to find that the guy you just left by the truck back in the middle of things. All because one stupid drunk ass decided to say that a bunch of damn new guys said "fuck tankers." All this at the damn bowling alley on post.
One drunk person threw another drunk person's phone off the balcony. The owner of the phone finally figured out where it was, went down and got it (it landed on the grass and wasn't damaged). He then found out who threw it (maybe), wrestled him to the ground, bounced his head off the concrete floor and choked him until he passed out. Everything is cool between them today - although the accused phone thrower still doesn't really believe that he's guilty; he does admit he can't be sure because he was quite drunk.
Yet another drunk person threw a knife and stuck it about an inch deep in a door at head height as someone was closing this door.

So now it's about 3 in the afternoon. At least two people are just sobering up. The doors to the fire extinguisher cases mounted on the wall in the passageway are shattered. No one really knows why or who did it. Whoever did it probably doesn't even know. And hey, I just remembered that I have 4 beers in someone's fridge over on the other side of the building.


... so. Grill some kielbasa, clean up, recover and get ready for another hooah week. What a fucking life.