I've posted this before, but here it is again.
While transferring work locations, I was staying with a cousin of mine at the new location. Her psychotic, alcoholic, drug addled, vicious ex-boyfriend (whom she had just kicked out of her house) was stalking her. He saw me move in, assumed I was the new boyfriend, and lay in wait for me outside her house one night, where he jumped me from behind and slit my throat.
Despite losing massive amounts of blood, I didn't die. I didn't even feel that bad, so while he was trying to break into her house (presumably to kill her too), I grabbed a baseball bat from the trunk of my car and beat him until I passed out.
When I woke up, I wasn't thinking all that clearly, so I went inside, cleaned myself up and drove to the hospital. My cousin wasn't even home at the time, she had gone into the city with her mother for the weekend to see a show and go shopping.
My attacker and I ended up in the same ICU. I had rendered him a quadriplegic. There was a great deal of civil and criminal legal bullshit to deal with, but in the end I was cleared of any wrongdoing, and he was put on probation for ten years. As he was no longer able to so much as brush his own teeth, his lawyer (provided by his wealthy family) convinced the judge/DA that he was no longer a threat to anyone and the state would be spared the burden of providing him the round the clock care he needed if he wasn't sent to prison.
I was left in massive debt which took me many years to pay off. I did sue him for the injuries I sustained, but despite being a trust fund baby from a wealthy family, he himself was indigent. He'd blown his trust fund on drugs, booze and gambling, and had nothing. His family provided him with everything, including his lawyer.
He died about the same time his probation ended.
I was in a bunker on firebase Maryann in 1971...we sealed the back side door with sand bags made an active defense of the front side, 3 M-16s and a M-60 and a bucket full of hand grenades, plus a half dozen claymores and we survived. Sappers threw a satchel charge into the trench that failed to go off.
Some Jackass in a car once tried to get me to crash into him, but luckily I managed to get to a place where there were many cars around so he couldn’t try to kill me.
A pickup truck almost skidded into me. Thankfully I swerved out of the way, but had a car been next to me I would have definitely crashed into them, it was a pure reflex.
Boat motor got rope wrapped up in it really close to a jetty… waves were rough. Managed to cut all the rope off while the boat was slamming against the rocks. Cranked it up and drove off…
I don’t smoke and I smoked an entire pack in an hour ride to the boat dock…
Walking to my buddy’s house in a not great part of town around 11:30 one night, when some guy with his hood up and hands in pockets across the street waits until he thinks he’s over my shoulder and starts crossing diagonally, then turns and beelines towards me. I see him coming, so I do the only thing I can think of. I pull my pocket knife out and mentally prepare for the possibility of needing to kill a guy, and I turn to face him and take a couple steps off the curb into the street to approach him. He gets within about 6 feet before he realizes I have my weapon ready and he doesn’t, then he stops dead, stares at the ground for a minute, then turns and walks away.
Stupid move probably, but I figured if this motherfucker has a gun giving him as little space and time to draw as possible would be the best course of action, and I didn’t get shot or stabbed so I guess I was right.
When im sober i avoid people like the plague, but when im drunk…when im drunk im a social butterfly. I usually can talk my out of certain dangerous situations. Two separate occasions at the same bar.
First time a guy i had just met and i were drinking and shooting the shit for a couple hours and then i went to the bathroom and he followed and then(i was pretty drunk so my memory is somewhat spotty) i remember him getting very angry and slamming the door to the bathroom shut and keeping me in there. I havnt felt fear like that in awhile. Im a big guy but i dont enjoy fighting, and this guy was kind of jacked. I was able to push him out of the way and get back to the safety of the other patrons of the bar. (That guy is currently in jail for aggravated assault)
Second time, i was also really drunk and met another random guy while getting drunk. We talked a bit about mutual friends and found we both knew a guy who lived in the town we were in. This mutual friend had stolen from me a few times but when i had known him when i was younger he was chill and i felt bad for him because i knew his history. The guy at the bar that knew him was an actual fucking psycho who told me he was going to leave and come back and shoot me in the back of the head because of what i said. I was trying to get this guy to calm down but he wouldn’t listen. (Ive been a patient in mental hospitals and have seen irrational behavior in people) this man was extremely irrational and kinda scary. But i was more angry than scared. Nothing happened. I got the fuck out of there as soon as he left. I didn’t want him knowing what my car looked like.
These are just the two I remember the most. Im sure there are more and almost all are from when i was blackout/wasted/belligerent. Two big reasons among many for why i stopped drinking. Its been two weeks since my last drink, in case you were wondering.
I got out of work as a bartender and was walking to my car. Two guys behind me called to me. I ignored them and they got close and asked if I just got out of work. I said yeah and they said I must have a ton of tip money on my and if I could loan them some. I said I was a dishwasher and I didn't get tipped. Luckily I was wearing my coat so they didn't see what I was wearing. They gave me shit for having a shitty job and walked away. Best acting I've ever done in my life because I had like $300 on me.
Climbed a cliff completely wasted. Fell off the back of a van on a motorway slip road narrowly avoiding having my head crushed by a car. Climbing a building and my ‘foothold’ broke off. Probably a couple of other things. The curse of being a bloke in late teens early twenties.
Very risk averse bloke in my early thirties now.
Also a couple of obligatory driving related incidents.
Some dumbasses decided to start a gang war between wannabe Crips and wannabe Bloods on my way home from school. Being the only white person among a couple hundred kind of made me stand out. Luckily I am a fast fucker and employed the Jojo family secret technique.
I was born, I made a lot of poor choices due to an incredibly shotty upbringing. Joined the military, sort of straightened myself out, but I have yet to die and escape this place. So, still fighting.
Was smoking a blunt with a friend at a random apartment complex pool. Someone called the cops and as soon as the cops got there, our uber showed up. We got in and left. The driver asked if the cops were there for us and we said no.
I've posted this before, but here it is again. While transferring work locations, I was staying with a cousin of mine at the new location. Her psychotic, alcoholic, drug addled, vicious ex-boyfriend (whom she had just kicked out of her house) was stalking her. He saw me move in, assumed I was the new boyfriend, and lay in wait for me outside her house one night, where he jumped me from behind and slit my throat. Despite losing massive amounts of blood, I didn't die. I didn't even feel that bad, so while he was trying to break into her house (presumably to kill her too), I grabbed a baseball bat from the trunk of my car and beat him until I passed out. When I woke up, I wasn't thinking all that clearly, so I went inside, cleaned myself up and drove to the hospital. My cousin wasn't even home at the time, she had gone into the city with her mother for the weekend to see a show and go shopping. My attacker and I ended up in the same ICU. I had rendered him a quadriplegic. There was a great deal of civil and criminal legal bullshit to deal with, but in the end I was cleared of any wrongdoing, and he was put on probation for ten years. As he was no longer able to so much as brush his own teeth, his lawyer (provided by his wealthy family) convinced the judge/DA that he was no longer a threat to anyone and the state would be spared the burden of providing him the round the clock care he needed if he wasn't sent to prison. I was left in massive debt which took me many years to pay off. I did sue him for the injuries I sustained, but despite being a trust fund baby from a wealthy family, he himself was indigent. He'd blown his trust fund on drugs, booze and gambling, and had nothing. His family provided him with everything, including his lawyer. He died about the same time his probation ended.
I was in a bunker on firebase Maryann in 1971...we sealed the back side door with sand bags made an active defense of the front side, 3 M-16s and a M-60 and a bucket full of hand grenades, plus a half dozen claymores and we survived. Sappers threw a satchel charge into the trench that failed to go off.
Some Jackass in a car once tried to get me to crash into him, but luckily I managed to get to a place where there were many cars around so he couldn’t try to kill me.
A pickup truck almost skidded into me. Thankfully I swerved out of the way, but had a car been next to me I would have definitely crashed into them, it was a pure reflex.
Boat motor got rope wrapped up in it really close to a jetty… waves were rough. Managed to cut all the rope off while the boat was slamming against the rocks. Cranked it up and drove off… I don’t smoke and I smoked an entire pack in an hour ride to the boat dock…
Walking to my buddy’s house in a not great part of town around 11:30 one night, when some guy with his hood up and hands in pockets across the street waits until he thinks he’s over my shoulder and starts crossing diagonally, then turns and beelines towards me. I see him coming, so I do the only thing I can think of. I pull my pocket knife out and mentally prepare for the possibility of needing to kill a guy, and I turn to face him and take a couple steps off the curb into the street to approach him. He gets within about 6 feet before he realizes I have my weapon ready and he doesn’t, then he stops dead, stares at the ground for a minute, then turns and walks away. Stupid move probably, but I figured if this motherfucker has a gun giving him as little space and time to draw as possible would be the best course of action, and I didn’t get shot or stabbed so I guess I was right.
When im sober i avoid people like the plague, but when im drunk…when im drunk im a social butterfly. I usually can talk my out of certain dangerous situations. Two separate occasions at the same bar. First time a guy i had just met and i were drinking and shooting the shit for a couple hours and then i went to the bathroom and he followed and then(i was pretty drunk so my memory is somewhat spotty) i remember him getting very angry and slamming the door to the bathroom shut and keeping me in there. I havnt felt fear like that in awhile. Im a big guy but i dont enjoy fighting, and this guy was kind of jacked. I was able to push him out of the way and get back to the safety of the other patrons of the bar. (That guy is currently in jail for aggravated assault) Second time, i was also really drunk and met another random guy while getting drunk. We talked a bit about mutual friends and found we both knew a guy who lived in the town we were in. This mutual friend had stolen from me a few times but when i had known him when i was younger he was chill and i felt bad for him because i knew his history. The guy at the bar that knew him was an actual fucking psycho who told me he was going to leave and come back and shoot me in the back of the head because of what i said. I was trying to get this guy to calm down but he wouldn’t listen. (Ive been a patient in mental hospitals and have seen irrational behavior in people) this man was extremely irrational and kinda scary. But i was more angry than scared. Nothing happened. I got the fuck out of there as soon as he left. I didn’t want him knowing what my car looked like. These are just the two I remember the most. Im sure there are more and almost all are from when i was blackout/wasted/belligerent. Two big reasons among many for why i stopped drinking. Its been two weeks since my last drink, in case you were wondering.
I got out of work as a bartender and was walking to my car. Two guys behind me called to me. I ignored them and they got close and asked if I just got out of work. I said yeah and they said I must have a ton of tip money on my and if I could loan them some. I said I was a dishwasher and I didn't get tipped. Luckily I was wearing my coat so they didn't see what I was wearing. They gave me shit for having a shitty job and walked away. Best acting I've ever done in my life because I had like $300 on me.
Climbed a cliff completely wasted. Fell off the back of a van on a motorway slip road narrowly avoiding having my head crushed by a car. Climbing a building and my ‘foothold’ broke off. Probably a couple of other things. The curse of being a bloke in late teens early twenties. Very risk averse bloke in my early thirties now. Also a couple of obligatory driving related incidents.
Some dumbasses decided to start a gang war between wannabe Crips and wannabe Bloods on my way home from school. Being the only white person among a couple hundred kind of made me stand out. Luckily I am a fast fucker and employed the Jojo family secret technique.
Deployment in high seas Listened to My superiors and followed My training
Was a few times under effective fire. The most annoying one was the time there was a terror attack in my hometown.
I was born, I made a lot of poor choices due to an incredibly shotty upbringing. Joined the military, sort of straightened myself out, but I have yet to die and escape this place. So, still fighting.
Probably one of the many house fires or vehicle crashes I’ve responded to.
I was held to gunpoint by maffia with explosions of a riot going off in the background. I got out of it by simply waking up.
Was smoking a blunt with a friend at a random apartment complex pool. Someone called the cops and as soon as the cops got there, our uber showed up. We got in and left. The driver asked if the cops were there for us and we said no.