Now, you might ask yourself, why is Brother Bear focusing of everything five today.

Five is a magic number. You know, fingers, toes and what not.

So, I was at the bar last night when I noticed this creepy little guy bothering some of the female patron who had come in to have a relaxing time.

One of these ladies approached me and sat down next to me to get away from him. I do not know her well, but we had mutual friends.

This little creeper was telling these ladies how this woman is a sl*t and will have to answer to God, and that woman is a sl*t because she dressed like this or that. Really angry and unstable stuff.

This bar has no bouncer, it's a friendly place, it's just two servers and one bartender. I told the bartender what was going on and she insisted on handling it herself.

I felt the need to follow her. If she needed help, which is doubtful, at least I could be there.

So, she went up to him and all she said was "hey Tiger, slow your roll. I have patrons complaining about you."

began yelling at her, something about how this bar is full of wh*r*s and the biggest wh*r* is in front of him now. Thats when he went for his gun.

My first punch knocked out two teeth from the top of his mouth and three from the bottom.