The Brotherhood

After a fun night out in Laguna Beach with the guys (My brother Chris and my cousins Nate, Paolo, and Peter), in which we ate at the Japanese restaurant Mosun and hit up the club upstairs, Club M, we decided to hit up Del Taco.

We're sitting in the drive-thru placing our order, most of the guys still a little buzzed from the evening, when some guy two cars behind us thought it would be a good idea to open his mouth.

"Hurry up you queers! Bunch of (female genitalia)!"

See, not a good idea for several reasons:
1. Sake bombs.
2. We were hungry and tired.
3. 5 of us, 2 of them
4. My ass just got thefted and I was waiting for someone to take it out on.
5. Most importantly, we had the PIEDOT (aka Peter) (aka Mixed Martial Arts trainee)

Soon enough, I started yelling at these guys in some colorful language, while Peter was, as the guys called it, "turning green". I calmed down a little, especially after the worker from Del Taco came out to try to diffuse the situation (good luck), but Peter kept calling those dudes out.

"Are you gonna apologize," he screamed.

Silence.

"Now you're gonna be quiet, huh?"

After a couple long stares in their direction, and a bunch of more choice words thrown their way, the guys in the car directly behind us (who weren't involved) were pretty shaken and the two dudes who picked the fight were in their car, dead quiet.

Of course our car started laughing hysterically, urging Peter to yell at the Del Taco worker to get us free food.

Long story short, I have never seen Peter so passionate about anything before.

Afterward, we went to Peter's place, laughed it off and while eating our tacos Peter kept saying: "Nobody steps to my boys." For all the crap we give each other, its good to know that we have each others' back. Peter gained a lot of respect from me that night.

I think Paolo said it best when he told Peter, "I'm glad that I'm on your side."

We all are.