Texas

There was a bizarre brawl in downtown Dallas yesterday.

The entire trip downtown was a comedy of errors – we first went to the office to set up my new monitor stand, but we didn’t have the right tools.

We then tried to explore the scary downtown Dallas tunnel system, but it’s apparently locked down on the weekends. After being semi-trapped in an abandon tunnel/mall for a while, we emerged to street level and walked to a 7-Eleven store.

A black guy was in front of the 7-Eleven screaming at a heavily tattooed white guy. And I really mean “screaming,” in the Kelis-sense of the word.

There was also a very bored-looking black woman with them.

We stood by some Russian tourists and watched the screaming match, but couldn’t make any sense of it. As the screaming got more heated, I became worried that someone might whip out a gun, so Michael and I went into the 7-Eleven.

There was only a single employee in the 7-Eleven, who seemed more interested in fixing a broken cooler than cashing out the customers waiting to pay. I was standing at the register as the outside screaming match moved down the street. I couldn’t see the men anymore, but I could still hear them screaming from inside of the store.

Then all hell broke loose.