My birthday was on Sunday, but my cousin and I celebrated it on Saturday. We did some pre-game drinking before going out. We went to the club had a good time. We agreed not to get white boy crazy because I brought my car.
After the club, I walk outside, and there's this loud yelling happening a couple hundred feet from the parking lot. We pay it no mind because it didn't involve us. So we're chilling in the back of my truck smoking one more cigarette before we leave. Then the guy who was screaming comes our way, he's being consoled by three of his other friends.
I say to my cousin lets get out of here, but my cousin tells the screaming guy to go home. The guy swears at my cousin, I get in the middle and try to diffuse the situation. I see the screamer holding an Absolut Vodka bottle in his hand, I put my hands out trying to stop it from escalating, when suddenly I feel a sharp pain on my skull. I realized then the guy just threw me with the bottle. My cousin charged after him, and the screamer tried picking up a rock but was too late.
I get over the pain, and I see my cousin is on top of the screamer's chest pounding him. I ran over kick this guy in the ribs, and stomped on his knees. Then suddenly this huge guy comes and punches me in the jaw, I look at him, and we exchange punches before he retreats. I have a bum knee, so I can't run. So basically you see me with a limp chasing after this big buff guy.
As I'm chasing this guy, I look behind me, and see my cousin is getting jumped by three other guys. I ran over, I mean, I limped over and punched each of them. The big guy behind me tries to get smart, but I turn to him just in time for him to rethink his strategy. I call them all out to come at me all at once. At that moment, I felt like Kick-Ass without the suit, and 130 more pounds added on. But seriously, I'm out of shape, I could probably go for another round, but I'm already feeling dazed from alcohol and a bottle to the head.
|This is pretty much what happened. Player 2 down.|
One of the waitresses and doorman run to our aid, causing the idiots to run off carrying their friend who got stomped on. I sat on the ground exhausted from the fight. For some odd reason, I started laughing. Maybe it was because I haven't fought like this since high school which was 9 years ago, or maybe because I felt like Karma was coming back to remind me of all the stupid stuff I used to do, or maybe it was because I was able to figure out if I could take a bottle to the head.
I later dropped the charges. Figured we weren't in the ICU, and I didn't feel like it was worth the effort. And because I couldn't identify these guys because it was way too dark.
TL;DR - Celebrated my Birthday. Got into a fight.