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This morning I slept in an extra hour, I made a large *** of coffee, and took a long shower. Rubbed oil on my split knuckles. I shaved, and moisturized, I combed, and gave myself a haircut. I made a smoothie, blended with peanut butter. Looking myself in the eyes, one of them black. Wrapped bandages around my knuckles, counted my bruises, 14. Last night was wild, the bar wouldn't serve me, but I stayed for the fight. A group of nazis in the corner, yelling at a Moslim, me and three others, invited them outside. It wasn't a good fight, although it were fair. Skinny **** punks, vs me and three Cowboys. I think I broke a knuckle on my right hand, I know I broke a nose, but not mine, I know I broke a finger, but not mine. **** punks watch out, Denver Antifascist Action is growing, and we're not sleeping
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Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 2:28 PM UTC
Self Care (also: Beating Up Nazis)
This morning I slept in an extra hour, I made a large *** of coffee, and took a long shower. Rubbed oil on my split knuckles. I shaved, and moisturized, I combed, and gave myself a haircut. I made a smoothie, blended with peanut butter. Looking myself in the eyes, one of them black. Wrapped bandages around my knuckles, counted my bruises, 14. Last night was wild, the bar wouldn't serve me, but I stayed for the fight. A group of nazis in the corner, yelling at a Moslim, me and three others, invited them outside. It wasn't a good fight, although it were fair. Skinny **** punks, vs me and three Cowboys. I think I broke a knuckle on my right hand, I know I broke a nose, but not mine, I know I broke a finger, but not mine. **** punks watch out, Denver Antifascist Action is growing, and we're not sleeping
nolan-higgins
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Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 2:28 PM UTC
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