Get in the Pit and Try to Love Someone
Mood:  chillin'
Now Playing: My Band - D12
A seemingly calm conversation that, while a couple of coy little comments flew under the radar from both parties, was fairly reserved and unaggressive was shattered horribly when the subject turned to Orphan and her not acquiring a rear view mirror for her truck. The spat turned into Syn degrading into a blind and mostly unintelligible rage that involved him hurrying randomly around his premises grabbing random shit that obviously belonged to Orphan and carting them down to my car the whole time bellowing vulgar insults and debasement's toward Orphan seasoned with various "you ruined my life"-esqe declarations. This had the possibility of being a moving experience if it were not for the semen like foam that kept ringing his mouth and flying from his lips nor the fact that for half of the fiasco he stormed around the area with his belt dangling from one belt loop down to his feet. Though it was a sad moment and I would hope that Syn weren't going through such a hard time I could not help but find the theatrics of the whole thing a bit comical. However all humor was dropped when Syn began getting into Orphan's face to curse her out. I was extremely uncomfortable with his backing her up against a wall with violent hand gestures in her face. I tried to pull him back but he shrugged me off, I felt forced to throw him bodily away from her and keep myself between them lest he do something that I would make him regret. After much drama and ridiculous statements I finally got him in the house and a bit calm and was able to get Orphan and I away and comfortably to the nearest bar for a drink. Not sure how to handle the situation.