TanMan
Sheeeeeeiiit.
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Yes, there was alcohol involved. Lots. But he wasn't just stupid drunk like he usually gets. He was "I fucking hate you and I'm determined to have you die at my hands tonight." drunk. And I'm not exaggerating.
There's a bike path that runs along a river in the small town I live in. It's about 3 miles, give or take, from my vicinity to his via said bike path. We like it because it's very secluded and a nice spot to fuck around and get drunk.
Which brings us to the events of last night.
It was about 7PM and me and Tony (psycho) were at my house. He'd bought a bottle of Karkov and he invited me to sleep over his house. We were talking and mixing drinks and, before you know it, we're halfway into this bottle of vodka and still at my house. We were pretty lit, to say the least, but not too bad off. Our friend Joel (non-psycho) paid for half the bottle and was going to meet up with us to drink it. Tony wanted more liquor, so he decided to refill it with random shit. He filled it back to the top with Triple-Sec and tequila. We packed up my stuff and started walking toward the bike path toward his house.
It's about 10:30PM at this point and we've killed half a bottle of vodka and half a bottle of triple-sec/tequila/vodka whathaveyou. We're stumbling and laughing at each other. It's a very messy but generally cheery venture. But then he started getting nervous because Joel wasn't showing up. He started pacing and eventually just began running off into the night. Note that this bike path is pitch dark and runs through the middle of the god damn woods and I'm fit-shaced and don't know what the fuck's going on, so I'm screaming for Tony and calling Joel like a madman and Joel keeps telling me "I'm on my way man, I'll be there soon."
Skip to about midnight (according to my call logs).
Joel shows up and gets me up and we all start walking. Tony's getting more psycho by the minute. I kept falling and Joel was being real calm about it, just trying to keep me standing and walking. But Tony's screaming "FUCKING MOVE, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" as loud as he can and I was pissed because, you know, when you're shitfaced all you wanna do is lay down. And I was yelling and he started yelling back at me. Then he came at me. So I, of course, fought back. At first, I just kept pushing him and tripping him cause I didn't want it. I was just trying to chill man. And he was all up at me. And then i guess i cussed him out good enough to get him royally pissed. Started screaming "I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!" at the top of his voice and just fucking coming at me. And I kept popping him in the face trying to drop him. Then I guess I connected and when I did he went limp and I fell into him and brought him down with me and he came to in a few seconds and flipped me over and started choking me out. Joel who's just chillin watching all this shit had to pull him off and I attacked him and just started ground and pounding him. And then Joel had to pull me off of him and we kept going at it and going at it. Choked me out, got pulled off; tried to throw me in the river, got pulled off; tried to throw me down a ravine, I countered and HE fell down the ravine; tried coming at me with a 2 x 4, got pulled off. It wasn't just a pussy ass high school kid normal fight. It was a straight deathmatch. He wanted to fucking kill me. and we were throwing eachother into shit, beating each other off the pavement.. everything. It ended when he tried to come at me with the post. Ripped a fence post out of the damn ground. like a straight 2 by 4. (Holy drunk strength.) and he was just pulling some jack nicholson from The Shining shit. dudes laughing and crying and dragging it behind him coming at me screaming random nazi shit. And Joel, the most sober dude, wasn't having that shit. Joel went up to him and was like "man this has gotta end." and he just dropped the post and burst into tears. and he came up to me and was all hugging me and shit like crying and "i'm so fucking sorry man! i'm so fucking sorry! i didn't mean it!" i got his blood all over me, i got his tears all over me, he's clinging on me and shit. Joel said i'm fucking lucky. When Joel first showed up he had a weird feeling and took tony's knife away probably a minute pre-altercation. If Joel showed up a little later, one of us probably would have been dead.
Bad fucking night.
There's a bike path that runs along a river in the small town I live in. It's about 3 miles, give or take, from my vicinity to his via said bike path. We like it because it's very secluded and a nice spot to fuck around and get drunk.
Which brings us to the events of last night.
It was about 7PM and me and Tony (psycho) were at my house. He'd bought a bottle of Karkov and he invited me to sleep over his house. We were talking and mixing drinks and, before you know it, we're halfway into this bottle of vodka and still at my house. We were pretty lit, to say the least, but not too bad off. Our friend Joel (non-psycho) paid for half the bottle and was going to meet up with us to drink it. Tony wanted more liquor, so he decided to refill it with random shit. He filled it back to the top with Triple-Sec and tequila. We packed up my stuff and started walking toward the bike path toward his house.
It's about 10:30PM at this point and we've killed half a bottle of vodka and half a bottle of triple-sec/tequila/vodka whathaveyou. We're stumbling and laughing at each other. It's a very messy but generally cheery venture. But then he started getting nervous because Joel wasn't showing up. He started pacing and eventually just began running off into the night. Note that this bike path is pitch dark and runs through the middle of the god damn woods and I'm fit-shaced and don't know what the fuck's going on, so I'm screaming for Tony and calling Joel like a madman and Joel keeps telling me "I'm on my way man, I'll be there soon."
Skip to about midnight (according to my call logs).
Joel shows up and gets me up and we all start walking. Tony's getting more psycho by the minute. I kept falling and Joel was being real calm about it, just trying to keep me standing and walking. But Tony's screaming "FUCKING MOVE, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" as loud as he can and I was pissed because, you know, when you're shitfaced all you wanna do is lay down. And I was yelling and he started yelling back at me. Then he came at me. So I, of course, fought back. At first, I just kept pushing him and tripping him cause I didn't want it. I was just trying to chill man. And he was all up at me. And then i guess i cussed him out good enough to get him royally pissed. Started screaming "I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!" at the top of his voice and just fucking coming at me. And I kept popping him in the face trying to drop him. Then I guess I connected and when I did he went limp and I fell into him and brought him down with me and he came to in a few seconds and flipped me over and started choking me out. Joel who's just chillin watching all this shit had to pull him off and I attacked him and just started ground and pounding him. And then Joel had to pull me off of him and we kept going at it and going at it. Choked me out, got pulled off; tried to throw me in the river, got pulled off; tried to throw me down a ravine, I countered and HE fell down the ravine; tried coming at me with a 2 x 4, got pulled off. It wasn't just a pussy ass high school kid normal fight. It was a straight deathmatch. He wanted to fucking kill me. and we were throwing eachother into shit, beating each other off the pavement.. everything. It ended when he tried to come at me with the post. Ripped a fence post out of the damn ground. like a straight 2 by 4. (Holy drunk strength.) and he was just pulling some jack nicholson from The Shining shit. dudes laughing and crying and dragging it behind him coming at me screaming random nazi shit. And Joel, the most sober dude, wasn't having that shit. Joel went up to him and was like "man this has gotta end." and he just dropped the post and burst into tears. and he came up to me and was all hugging me and shit like crying and "i'm so fucking sorry man! i'm so fucking sorry! i didn't mean it!" i got his blood all over me, i got his tears all over me, he's clinging on me and shit. Joel said i'm fucking lucky. When Joel first showed up he had a weird feeling and took tony's knife away probably a minute pre-altercation. If Joel showed up a little later, one of us probably would have been dead.
Bad fucking night.