Goliath: Chapter One | Página 5

ground to impress his puppies , who are all standing there with sheepish grins on their faces .
The giant is in the corner which means I might get boxed in , but I ’ ve already assessed who is in reach of smashing with a beer bottle if I have to . I also know I can grab the last pool cue in the rack and start swinging if I need to . And between swings I can snatch a ball from the table and smash in someone ’ s head . But first , I ’ ll take out the giant .
I feel the buzz of excitement that always comes in these moments before a battle . This is when I feel my most comfortable and as close to happy as I believe I am capable of .
This is all you ' re good for . You ’ re a piece of shit .
As I approach the giant , I know instantly . I look up into the giant ’ s grinning , arrogant face and hiss at him , “ One chance . That ' s all you get .”
I can tell by his stance and the way he leans on his pool cue , followed by the look of hesitation in his eyes that the time isn ’ t right . Not yet . I need to be patient . Experience has taught me it ’ s only a matter of time . I issued the challenge in front of the giant ’ s puppies and forced his hand . A man like this doesn ’ t just let it go , not when his puppies will be expecting him to act . All I have to do now is wait .
In an act of blatant disrespect , as soon as the warning leaves my mouth , I turn my back and walk away without another word . I don ’ t need to look back over my shoulder to know the giant is seething with rage , but self-doubt will keep him from attacking me from behind .
Patience .
I return to my stool in front of the stage . The cover band is putting aside their instruments for a break before the next set . Contemporary rock hits begin to play from the big black speakers next to the stage . I look over the increasingly raucous crowd .
Fucking sheep .
From where I ’ m sitting in front of the stage , I notice Bryson and Phil come through the doors . They ’ re laughing and talking as Ted shakes their hands and gives them each a hug . The two men have dark Afro- American features that are a strong contrast against Ted ’ s fair skin and the predominantly white crowd . Mingled amongst everyone there are a few Asians , but there are no other black people aside from Bryson , Phil and myself . We stand out , and we are a commodity amongst the women who all seem to want the novelty of fucking a black man .
Don ’ t fool yourself . You ’ re just a fucking trophy , a good for nothing piece of shit .
The animosity and jealousy some of the drunk male patrons feel because of the way women throw themselves at us seems to make it impossible for them to resist the urge to call us niggers . It will be their own vile words of hate that drive the nails into a coffin of their own making .
Bryson and Phil are both much darker than I am , and they always come ready to play the part of the young hip-hop loving , urban black men , wearing matching beige Lugz .
The mandatory bouncer outfit is made up of black jeans and a white button up shirt , but Bryson and Phil wear designer black jeans and pressed white shirts with the added “ Bling ” of gold necklaces and bracelets along with large gold hoop earrings that help make them both look the stereotypical part expected of them .