Here's how it went down

I'm already drunk, right? I'm just hanging at the bar.

Douchebag asks me, "What's your favorite part of freedom?"

Which to me, is this guy confessing that he's a douchebag.

I'm already talking a mile a minute tonight, so I say, "I don't know. The cost," as a joke and as a tip of the hat to the Crosby, Stills & Nash song "Find the Cost of Freedom."

The piece of fuck says, "The cost? Oh, like the troops dying? Is that what you like?"

I said, "Yes, dude. Obviously. That's what I like." I made eye contact and held it.

Fuck that guy.

The fellow in between us told him to chill out, and the douchebag went to the restroom and didn't come back. I was jacked up and ready to feel his pulverized face dripping from my hand.

I guess it's possible he would have kicked my ass.

Fuck that guy.