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Right, Ill start out with the story then post my feelings on the subject.
Last thursday I was out drinking with friends. Now, I don't usually drink alot and get very drunk. But my life is very very stressfull right now and when it took me 45 minutes just to get a bloody drink...
It didnt help things. Soooo, I went to town. I started by downing two large double wiskies and 2 carlings. Then I moved onto some aftershocks... and some more carling. I drank all this in about 30 minutes tops. And I aint used to that either... So I was pretty out of it.
Now, I was too drunk to walk straight... I couldnt concentrate on any one thing... I was in a right state. So when I arrived back at my local bus station and heard that a friend of mine had been attacked by someone while we were out and whats more that this person was in the bus station only about 40 meters away...
Yeah, I decided to go and have a word with this person. And I mean a word. I knew I was in a right state and couldnt fight to save my life (literally) so i just wanted to talk to the guy. (should have known better)
He obviously wasnt keen on talking and neither was his little gang of friends. The last thing i remember was saying "I don't want to fight you" while backing off with my hands up in the air.
The next thing i remember was being dragged out of something by a friend and being angry with myself and them because i didnt know what was happening. I promptly punched the nearest thing to me to get rid of some agression. It happend to be a wall... and nasty grainy wall.
Now... I was taken home by some friends who cleaned me up before my mum got back. Then i went to bed. I woke up fell out of bed and tried to remember why i was in immence pain..
"Ah... shit!" I remembered...
I looked at myself in the mirror and found that i had a bust bottom lip, my knuckels had disintegrated and i had a really bad headache and matted hair where the blood had dried... + i seemed to be walking with a limp.
But I aint the sort of person to give up so i went to school as normal (I am in sixth form btw, 17 years old for all you people who dont know what the hell that is )
When I arrived I got a shitload of sympathy... but the best bit was still to come. I was told what happend:
Apparently I was pushed back against a wall right after i raised my hands walking backwards and was knocked outcold on the wall behind me (Not hard to do when that drunk might i add).
Then they proceeded to stamp on my head and kick the living daylights out of my allready limp body.. until a friend draged me out. (when i punched the wall in anger.... he also got hit btw but hes damn big and wasnt drunk... he didnt even notice)
They also told me something simply disturbing. That the guy who started all this was in the lower sixth form just one year bellow me who i saw every day at school...
So yeah... I'm pissed off... and I kinda really wana see this guy ****ed up... The police are coming round tonight. But we arnt going to press charges because it would take up too much of my life and give me a record not least for underage drinking....
Neway, I just wana say. What a ****ing coward. He hit me while i was drunk... walking away and specifically saying i didnt want to fight. Now I am telling you this in all honesty. If he starts again while i am sober its going to be a completely different story. If I get the chance to defend myself (completely legal) I wont be the one in immense pain who even finds it hard to type...
Now, I am gona go eat some chocolate cake (feelin low) and do some exercises... I want to get into top form again..... (Ignor the chocolate cake part eh! )
Last thursday I was out drinking with friends. Now, I don't usually drink alot and get very drunk. But my life is very very stressfull right now and when it took me 45 minutes just to get a bloody drink...
It didnt help things. Soooo, I went to town. I started by downing two large double wiskies and 2 carlings. Then I moved onto some aftershocks... and some more carling. I drank all this in about 30 minutes tops. And I aint used to that either... So I was pretty out of it.
Now, I was too drunk to walk straight... I couldnt concentrate on any one thing... I was in a right state. So when I arrived back at my local bus station and heard that a friend of mine had been attacked by someone while we were out and whats more that this person was in the bus station only about 40 meters away...
Yeah, I decided to go and have a word with this person. And I mean a word. I knew I was in a right state and couldnt fight to save my life (literally) so i just wanted to talk to the guy. (should have known better)
He obviously wasnt keen on talking and neither was his little gang of friends. The last thing i remember was saying "I don't want to fight you" while backing off with my hands up in the air.
The next thing i remember was being dragged out of something by a friend and being angry with myself and them because i didnt know what was happening. I promptly punched the nearest thing to me to get rid of some agression. It happend to be a wall... and nasty grainy wall.
Now... I was taken home by some friends who cleaned me up before my mum got back. Then i went to bed. I woke up fell out of bed and tried to remember why i was in immence pain..
"Ah... shit!" I remembered...
I looked at myself in the mirror and found that i had a bust bottom lip, my knuckels had disintegrated and i had a really bad headache and matted hair where the blood had dried... + i seemed to be walking with a limp.
But I aint the sort of person to give up so i went to school as normal (I am in sixth form btw, 17 years old for all you people who dont know what the hell that is )
When I arrived I got a shitload of sympathy... but the best bit was still to come. I was told what happend:
Apparently I was pushed back against a wall right after i raised my hands walking backwards and was knocked outcold on the wall behind me (Not hard to do when that drunk might i add).
Then they proceeded to stamp on my head and kick the living daylights out of my allready limp body.. until a friend draged me out. (when i punched the wall in anger.... he also got hit btw but hes damn big and wasnt drunk... he didnt even notice)
They also told me something simply disturbing. That the guy who started all this was in the lower sixth form just one year bellow me who i saw every day at school...
So yeah... I'm pissed off... and I kinda really wana see this guy ****ed up... The police are coming round tonight. But we arnt going to press charges because it would take up too much of my life and give me a record not least for underage drinking....
Neway, I just wana say. What a ****ing coward. He hit me while i was drunk... walking away and specifically saying i didnt want to fight. Now I am telling you this in all honesty. If he starts again while i am sober its going to be a completely different story. If I get the chance to defend myself (completely legal) I wont be the one in immense pain who even finds it hard to type...
Now, I am gona go eat some chocolate cake (feelin low) and do some exercises... I want to get into top form again..... (Ignor the chocolate cake part eh! )