So there was a little detail of that night last Saturday that I left out and am just now remembering.  Check it….

So while I was waiting on D’alva this car pulls to a stop across the street.  Mind you, I’m waiting outside with a red cup full of Jack Daniels.  So this car stops and this shirtless guy gets out and starts yelling at the passenger.  He’s all like, "I ain’t one of your girls who’ll kiss yo ass….matter of fact…GET OUT"  Then buddy goes to the trunk and takes out two garbage bags and dumps them on the side of the road.

Now at this point, I thought some violence was about to break out so I did two things:
1) I unholstered my phone to prepare to dial 911.  I swear I’ve dialed 911 more times in Nashville than I EVER did in Atlanta.
2) I got my ass inside.

See, I’ve been witness to domestic violence before, and from experience I know, you DO NOT directly involve yourself.  Your best bet is to make an anonymous call and stay the EFF out of it.  More often than not, the "victim" gets more upset with the person who intervenes than they do at the guy beating their ass.

So yeah, I’m one of the 9 out of 10 who won’t interfere in a domestic dispute…and I almost got put to the test….blame OJ for this post….