I'm not about getting creamed, I'm about winning!
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Dude, man...that was so fucked up. I'm glad you made this, crow_daw.
I didn't want a thing to go wrong, 'cuz, ya know...it's my friggin' birthday party. I went to refill on a beer, and the lil' brother asks to see my cup. I let him check it out, and it's a big cup. He then tries to give me a flimsy styrofoam cup that's not much bigger than the size of a shot-glass, which I didn't want. I calmly say "Hey man, lemme have my cup back", and he wasn't wantin' to do that. I asked for it another time or two, still bein' calm, and he stands up to me.
I knew this guy likes to fight when he's drunk, so I tried to calm him down. It was to no avail though, since he then hit me in my left temple. It didn't stun me or anything, but it was plenty enough to piss me off, though I still stayed calm. I asked him again, and he threw another punch, but I blocked it. In many situations, I would have then thrown a punch and fought in self-defense, but I had been drinking and I didn't really know how much is too much for me to defend myself well. He then dropped the cup and walks off or something.
I decided I'd get my cup back, heh, so I picked it up off the ground and refilled it.
I started walkin' away, then all of a sudden, big guy hits me exactly where his lil' brother had already hit me, in my left temple. I didn't get phased by that punch either, so I just kept walkin'. It was weird, too, 'cuz me and him had been gettin' along earlier, then he comes from my side when I ain't lookin' and hits me. I don't understand that kind of shit, especially when his logic was that he was taking up for his lil' bro...but he's a 21-22 year old man who was wantin' to fight me over a different-sized cup; that's just ridiculous, and him taking up for his brother over something like that, especially since I didn't even say a bad word to him, is insane.
About a minute later, the little brother comes lookin' for me and wants to fight again. I just hand over my cup and told him to fuckin' keep it. He threw the beer out of it, then crushed it and walked away. It's ludicrous.
So later on, I went up to the big guy and made an awkward situation for myself. My first words to him was "So, you hit me earlier", and he started lookin' really pissed again. "Dude, I just wanted to let ya know I ain't got a problem with you or your bro, I just wanted my cup back". It was about that time he starts raising his voice and warns me to go apologize to his brother, then starts pointing his finger and shouting "GO!" about every two seconds until I found him and apologized.
I can't get over the bullshit that entire night was; I got punched twice for nothing at my birthday party, then I had to go apologize. Then I left my own birthday party because alot of other people had left, too, since nobody wanted to be arrested or hang around with them anymore.
Fuck 'em.
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--Aristotle
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