Suzy Que is one of those places you always expect to see a fight, but nothing ever materializes, that is, until last night.
In between the generator show on the Punk Porch and an after-hours show featuring Black Rainbow at my house a few of us decided to hit up a bar on the way. Bernies had a $7 cover so we opted for the aforementioned pool hall.
Kathleen saw a couple outside smoking American Spirits and thought she should befriend them for a cigarette, you know, typical drunk rationing. They come back in, and it turns out they have the table next to ours and they initiate a conversation with Kathleen. Instantly the three are buddies.
Half through the first game (and drink) a drunk dude comes up to the women and says something. Looked like a half-assed attempt at an apology to me. Next think I know a white trash women comes charging and wails Kathleen’s friend in the face.
Blood is spewing out of her nose turning the whole front of her tank top crimson. Permanent damage for sure. The attacker walks back to the other side of the room while the victim pulls out a can of mace. She runs over and maces up the whole place. Unfazed the attacker pummels the macer. It was bad. One of the worst fights I’ve ever seen.
After about 10 punches directly to the face, the victim falls down only to get kicked repeatedly from point blank in the face. How she still has teeth I’m not sure. Joe and I run over to pull Kathleen out of the mix, who by this time has the woman’s blood all over her.
The mace is setting in and everyone leaves. No cops show up, and the bartender just shakes his head, half in disbelief and half because an incident like this is routine.
