Mayhem and violence. This past week was full of it. Was there a full moon out? Did someone put something in the alcohol? Massive brawls, pools of blood, cranked up teens, and heroin girls. What the hell was going on!?
After a couple of pitchers and several shots at the bar, we decided to go to a party someone had heard about. I usually avoid parties. Bad things always happen to me when I go to them. But I agreed to go since I wasn't tired and I would be with a fairly large group of people. I figured someone could bail me out if I got sick or started making an ass out of myself.
It started out great. Drinking, dancing, and lots of smiles. The house was packed and overflowing with people. The first thing I noticed when I got there was how young everyone was. I thought, "College freshmen celebrating the new the semester of school. Fantastic!"
The house was big and had an enormous basement. I was directed to a keg in the corner of the basement and immediately filled a cup. After a few minutes, I introduced myself to the hostess of the party. A scrawny little girl who I thought couldn't have been older than nineteen or twenty. She was nice and very polite. Damn, I forgot her name. Anyways...
I decided to go upstairs to see how my friend was doing. I soon found myself standing in the kitchen chatting it up with random individuals that would pass by. From the kitchen, I could see my friends in the living room laughing and cracking jokes like they usually do. Everybody appears to be having a great time...except for the kid standing by himself in the corner of the kitchen.
At this time, one of my friends walks into the kitchen. He heads to the fridge and starts to rummage through the contents. He pulls out a bag of pizza rolls. Memory is hazy here. I believe this is the point the quiet kid in the corner speaks. He tells my friend to put the food back or else. I don't recall what my friend said back. Whatever it was, the kid didn't like it. More words are exchanged.
I don't remember saying anything to the kid. Maybe I did, but I'm pretty sure I didn't. The next thing I remember is the kid talking to me in a not so friendly tone of voice. I wasn't angry or defensive, more amused than anything. I've seen this sort of thing played out a million times before so I wasn't taking it seriously.
"Why don't you shut up, ya long haired...." I threw my cup down and walked over to the kid before he could finish his sentence. That comment must have flipped a switch in me because I was pissed. I rarely lose my temper and try my best to avoid conflict. I sure as hell don't think of myself as a fighter either. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe I just had a lot of steam to blow off. I don't know, but I became a totally different person for the next few minutes.
You must take into consideration that this was not some tiny pimply faced teen. I had to look up to this guy in order to face him and he probably out weighed me by a good thirty pounds. He looked a tad bit confused when I marched up to him. I guess he wasn't expecting someone of my size and stature to do that to him. I asked him what his problem was and why he was being a prick to my friend. He didn't answer me. He just asked me how old I was. I told him I was 28 and then I asked him how old he was. He said he was 20. I laughed.
I looked up at him and said, "Little boy, are trying to be some kind of tough guy?" I repeated this phrase and others like it for a couple of minutes. He replied with a bunch of fuck you's. He also refused to look me in the eye. I think this is what made me more angry than anything else. I have no idea why. I also noticed he had on a giant ring. It was the kind of ring a football player receives when the team wins a tournament or whatever it is they do to get those rings. I assumed he was just some dumb jock kid. The kind of person I've always hated.
"Fuck you. I'll kick your ass. You wanna fight?" I could tell the boy was getting ready to do something. I remember thinking to myself, "What could I do or say to frighten this kid? He's an underage kid who is drunk and/or high." Oh, I know...
"No, I don't fight. I call the cops and let them do my fighting. So go ahead, young man, start swinging. Hit me as hard as you can. I don't care. Do it. Give me a reason to call the cops. I'd get more pleasure in seeing you hauled off to jail than kicking your ass." He starts to back away.
At this point, Tim enters the kitchen. Tim is my roommate. Tim loves to drink and fight so he is in his element. He threatens the kid with a severe beating. A couple of other friends enter the kitchen. I could tell the kid sensed he was in trouble. This stupid kid is now standing in a small kitchen with a bunch rough looking drunk guys in their late twenties and early thirties threatening to beat his ass. He tries to leave the room, but I'm in his way. He even goes as far as saying, "You're cool, man. I don't want to fight you." After a few minutes of arguing, we decide to leave before someone gets killed. All we wanted to do was go to a party, drink beer, laugh, and have a good time. Oh well.
The next thing I remember is standing on the street with a couple of the girls we came with. We're waiting for everyone else to leave the house. People are pouring out of the house. All of sudden, I see the kid standing on the porch of the house. He starts screaming at one of the girls I'm with. The girl just happens to be the wife of one of the guys I'm with. I have no idea how she got involved. The kid is pulled back into the dark mass of people on the porch.
From what I gathered, the husband of the girl heard all of this and went after the kid. I don't see this. What I do see is my friend Matt charging up the stairs of the porch. Matt is one of the most friendliest, fun-loving guys you'll ever meet. He has a sick, twisted sense of humor, but other than that, he's Mr. Rogers.
If Matt's in there, then I will be too. I run up the stairs and enter the battle. All I remember is pushing a guy off of Matt and throwing a punch into the mass of bodies on the porch. Someone kicks me in the shin. I grab Matt and attempt to pull him back. He's got a hold of Roger, the husband of the girl on the street. We all fall back and leave the party. Everyone makes it home safely.
During my Saturday morning walk home, I noticed a street sign that had been ripped out of the ground. Drunken hooligans up to no good I suppose. Saturday night, I see a guy pour a drink on a woman in the bar. Then there was what appeared to be a big fight in front of another bar on Walnut street. I remember seeing a huge puddle of blood on the street. It freaked me out. There were lots of people in front of the bar, but it was eerily quiet. A guy, who was obviously hurt, was being led away from the scene. I didn't stick around long enough to see what happened. I figured I could read about it in the paper.
Yeah, it was a crazy and exciting weekend. I think I will avoid parties in the future and stick to drinking in the bar or at home. The environment isn't as chaotic as a house party. I like that. Ok, time to go. I took some sleeping pills earlier. Double the recommended dosage. Heh! My heart is slowing down. Eye lids are heavy. My blood feels warm and silky. A good indication that sleep will be arriving shortly. Good night. Stay out of trouble, kids. Do your homework and go to church!
After a couple of pitchers and several shots at the bar, we decided to go to a party someone had heard about. I usually avoid parties. Bad things always happen to me when I go to them. But I agreed to go since I wasn't tired and I would be with a fairly large group of people. I figured someone could bail me out if I got sick or started making an ass out of myself.
It started out great. Drinking, dancing, and lots of smiles. The house was packed and overflowing with people. The first thing I noticed when I got there was how young everyone was. I thought, "College freshmen celebrating the new the semester of school. Fantastic!"
The house was big and had an enormous basement. I was directed to a keg in the corner of the basement and immediately filled a cup. After a few minutes, I introduced myself to the hostess of the party. A scrawny little girl who I thought couldn't have been older than nineteen or twenty. She was nice and very polite. Damn, I forgot her name. Anyways...
I decided to go upstairs to see how my friend was doing. I soon found myself standing in the kitchen chatting it up with random individuals that would pass by. From the kitchen, I could see my friends in the living room laughing and cracking jokes like they usually do. Everybody appears to be having a great time...except for the kid standing by himself in the corner of the kitchen.
At this time, one of my friends walks into the kitchen. He heads to the fridge and starts to rummage through the contents. He pulls out a bag of pizza rolls. Memory is hazy here. I believe this is the point the quiet kid in the corner speaks. He tells my friend to put the food back or else. I don't recall what my friend said back. Whatever it was, the kid didn't like it. More words are exchanged.
I don't remember saying anything to the kid. Maybe I did, but I'm pretty sure I didn't. The next thing I remember is the kid talking to me in a not so friendly tone of voice. I wasn't angry or defensive, more amused than anything. I've seen this sort of thing played out a million times before so I wasn't taking it seriously.
"Why don't you shut up, ya long haired...." I threw my cup down and walked over to the kid before he could finish his sentence. That comment must have flipped a switch in me because I was pissed. I rarely lose my temper and try my best to avoid conflict. I sure as hell don't think of myself as a fighter either. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe I just had a lot of steam to blow off. I don't know, but I became a totally different person for the next few minutes.
You must take into consideration that this was not some tiny pimply faced teen. I had to look up to this guy in order to face him and he probably out weighed me by a good thirty pounds. He looked a tad bit confused when I marched up to him. I guess he wasn't expecting someone of my size and stature to do that to him. I asked him what his problem was and why he was being a prick to my friend. He didn't answer me. He just asked me how old I was. I told him I was 28 and then I asked him how old he was. He said he was 20. I laughed.
I looked up at him and said, "Little boy, are trying to be some kind of tough guy?" I repeated this phrase and others like it for a couple of minutes. He replied with a bunch of fuck you's. He also refused to look me in the eye. I think this is what made me more angry than anything else. I have no idea why. I also noticed he had on a giant ring. It was the kind of ring a football player receives when the team wins a tournament or whatever it is they do to get those rings. I assumed he was just some dumb jock kid. The kind of person I've always hated.
"Fuck you. I'll kick your ass. You wanna fight?" I could tell the boy was getting ready to do something. I remember thinking to myself, "What could I do or say to frighten this kid? He's an underage kid who is drunk and/or high." Oh, I know...
"No, I don't fight. I call the cops and let them do my fighting. So go ahead, young man, start swinging. Hit me as hard as you can. I don't care. Do it. Give me a reason to call the cops. I'd get more pleasure in seeing you hauled off to jail than kicking your ass." He starts to back away.
At this point, Tim enters the kitchen. Tim is my roommate. Tim loves to drink and fight so he is in his element. He threatens the kid with a severe beating. A couple of other friends enter the kitchen. I could tell the kid sensed he was in trouble. This stupid kid is now standing in a small kitchen with a bunch rough looking drunk guys in their late twenties and early thirties threatening to beat his ass. He tries to leave the room, but I'm in his way. He even goes as far as saying, "You're cool, man. I don't want to fight you." After a few minutes of arguing, we decide to leave before someone gets killed. All we wanted to do was go to a party, drink beer, laugh, and have a good time. Oh well.
The next thing I remember is standing on the street with a couple of the girls we came with. We're waiting for everyone else to leave the house. People are pouring out of the house. All of sudden, I see the kid standing on the porch of the house. He starts screaming at one of the girls I'm with. The girl just happens to be the wife of one of the guys I'm with. I have no idea how she got involved. The kid is pulled back into the dark mass of people on the porch.
From what I gathered, the husband of the girl heard all of this and went after the kid. I don't see this. What I do see is my friend Matt charging up the stairs of the porch. Matt is one of the most friendliest, fun-loving guys you'll ever meet. He has a sick, twisted sense of humor, but other than that, he's Mr. Rogers.
If Matt's in there, then I will be too. I run up the stairs and enter the battle. All I remember is pushing a guy off of Matt and throwing a punch into the mass of bodies on the porch. Someone kicks me in the shin. I grab Matt and attempt to pull him back. He's got a hold of Roger, the husband of the girl on the street. We all fall back and leave the party. Everyone makes it home safely.
During my Saturday morning walk home, I noticed a street sign that had been ripped out of the ground. Drunken hooligans up to no good I suppose. Saturday night, I see a guy pour a drink on a woman in the bar. Then there was what appeared to be a big fight in front of another bar on Walnut street. I remember seeing a huge puddle of blood on the street. It freaked me out. There were lots of people in front of the bar, but it was eerily quiet. A guy, who was obviously hurt, was being led away from the scene. I didn't stick around long enough to see what happened. I figured I could read about it in the paper.
Yeah, it was a crazy and exciting weekend. I think I will avoid parties in the future and stick to drinking in the bar or at home. The environment isn't as chaotic as a house party. I like that. Ok, time to go. I took some sleeping pills earlier. Double the recommended dosage. Heh! My heart is slowing down. Eye lids are heavy. My blood feels warm and silky. A good indication that sleep will be arriving shortly. Good night. Stay out of trouble, kids. Do your homework and go to church!