Johnny Lightspeed
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Anyone got any good stories about getting beat up? Here's one of the many times I've gotten the shit kicked out of me for no reason at all.
Alright so last winter I was walking home from a show completely shithoused at around 3 in the morning. I hear someone down the street yell "oi!" at me and with my bad eyesight and all I yell back "hey are you a punk or are you Irish" kind of as a joke. He yells back "I'm Irish from the fucking McDonough clan!" in a thick Irish accent. With McDonough being my last name and all I walk up to him and ask what the McDonough clan is all about you know because this shit doesn't happen often. He gets all face to face with me and the next thing I know he has me pinned down in the snow with his hands around my neck screaming about how I don't know what it's like to get a divorce and all this shit. After what seemed like 10 minutes of this I get him off of me, open up my switchblade, and start running down this icy alley with him not far behind. I finally get to my apartment which was about 3 blocks away and my roommate of sorts hears all this yelling and comes out to see whats going on. He gets a few punches in the face and the guy bails. Me and my roommate are sitting in my apartment talking about what just happened and we get a knock on the door. It's the Irish guy but this time he's not wearing the jacket he was before and he also brought this big goon looking guy. We say "what the fuck do you want man" and he responds really politely "I think I left my jacket in here, can I come in and get it?" we pretty much tell him to fuck off and he looks me dead in the eyes and says "that's the wrong answer" and walked down the stairs. Ten minutes later, knock on the door, and he says the same exact thing and leaves and that's the end of it.
The only thing the guy left were bruises on my neck but it was just a fucking bizarre situation. I guess whats left of the McDonough clan in Ireland is really fucking mean.
Alright so last winter I was walking home from a show completely shithoused at around 3 in the morning. I hear someone down the street yell "oi!" at me and with my bad eyesight and all I yell back "hey are you a punk or are you Irish" kind of as a joke. He yells back "I'm Irish from the fucking McDonough clan!" in a thick Irish accent. With McDonough being my last name and all I walk up to him and ask what the McDonough clan is all about you know because this shit doesn't happen often. He gets all face to face with me and the next thing I know he has me pinned down in the snow with his hands around my neck screaming about how I don't know what it's like to get a divorce and all this shit. After what seemed like 10 minutes of this I get him off of me, open up my switchblade, and start running down this icy alley with him not far behind. I finally get to my apartment which was about 3 blocks away and my roommate of sorts hears all this yelling and comes out to see whats going on. He gets a few punches in the face and the guy bails. Me and my roommate are sitting in my apartment talking about what just happened and we get a knock on the door. It's the Irish guy but this time he's not wearing the jacket he was before and he also brought this big goon looking guy. We say "what the fuck do you want man" and he responds really politely "I think I left my jacket in here, can I come in and get it?" we pretty much tell him to fuck off and he looks me dead in the eyes and says "that's the wrong answer" and walked down the stairs. Ten minutes later, knock on the door, and he says the same exact thing and leaves and that's the end of it.
The only thing the guy left were bruises on my neck but it was just a fucking bizarre situation. I guess whats left of the McDonough clan in Ireland is really fucking mean.