Alvin isn't an aggressive guy, definitely not the fighting type at all but he is pretty large and sometimes you can see he has a bit of 'angry man' pent up in him. It was a surprise to read such a message so I called him and got the full story.
Alvin was in the Gold Coast - or on the Gold Coast, I'm not sure which, but he was one of them - for the uni games. He's a bench player for his uni's basketball team. His role in the team is to come off the bench and play aggressive defense, gettin all up in niggah's grills n shit. Other teams don't like it.
While everyone is meant to be there to seriously compete in sports and such, the real reason people go is to get drunk for five nights of the week. Alvin was out with his teammates enjoying the true purpose of the uni games when he was approached by an opponent from the morning's match. The guy was from a team of "douche-bags" as he put it but this guy was being nice, conversing like a nice guy would. After a while though Alvin realised that the guy wasn't being nice at all, he was pretending to be nice so as to perform an act of smart artistry. It is a classic maneuver in the smart arse's arsenal. Alvin, a keen smart arse himself, knows it well.
When Alvin became aware of it he walked away. The guy followed him. Alvin asked him to leave him alone. Instead of leaving him alone the guy complimented his haircut and put his hand on Alvin's head.
Alvin went upstairs. So did the guy. The guy complimented his hair again and touched it again.
Alvin told him that if he did it again, there would be trouble. Alvin wasn't referring to hair trouble either.
The guy put his hand through Alvin's hair again. With a swing of the arm Alvin's fist cracked the guy's chin. The guy took a swing and cracked Alvin back. The bouncer took the other guy away.
Alvin sent a text message, answered a phone-call from me, then partied on.
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