He was going back to his house to grab some whiskey, he was on a scooter (razor, we live close) and some kids jumped him (a girl and two guys). His brother got the call and after about 30 seconds he finally shouted, "put your shoes on (my bro) just got jumped". I put my shoes on and ran out as fast as I could, unfortunately we just got home from the bar and I had already put my home shorts on, so when I move around a lot in them they fall down. So I am running as fast as I can down the street towards three people I see, holding up my shorts. I don't see my friend which made me nervous.
Me and his brother catch up to them, he starts questioning them about the scooter (man all this over a scooter!! how silly does this shit sound?!) and they deny it. About 30 seconds later my other friend catches up to us (a little guy), once they see him those guy say "You guys better get the fuck out of here, you don't know who your messing with". When they saw the three of us, they were not intimidated (remember one girl and two guys). I'm not a small guy, but I am not big, same goes for my buddies brother. Well, one of those guys then said "you n-words better get out of here". My buddies brother simply goes "that's not your scooter man", and that guy comes after me swinging.
I have been in plenty of fights in my earlier years, and I lost a lot. I was stupid and it was a stupid thing I used to do, plus, I sucked at it. At this point I have not been in a fight in at least five years. So when he got close I back peddled and ducked out of the way, he stumbled and fell. The other guy went after both of my friends during this, but I could not really see what was going on. My guy came after me a couple more times (me dodging like a champ the whole time) when the OTHER guy (sorry if this is confusing, so much adrenaline still) threatens to come at me with a knife. At this point I see my gf just standing in the midst of this, (Of course I think to myself, wtf is she doing here). I yell over to her to get out of here, and honest to god, it was around there that this whole thing just kind of dissipated and we ran away and they ran away. It was weird.
As I collect a mental count of my group, everyone is there and safe, plus we have the scooter (yay, I guess). They are walking quickly down the street (I watched them the whole time), and when they turn off the street we turn into my house. There I see my friends in the light, the guy who got jumped was fine, he got tackled and punched in the cheek, my little friend has a cut on his eye lid bone area from getting a nice punch in the face. It was a very interesting experience.
Me and his brother catch up to them, he starts questioning them about the scooter (man all this over a scooter!! how silly does this shit sound?!) and they deny it. About 30 seconds later my other friend catches up to us (a little guy), once they see him those guy say "You guys better get the fuck out of here, you don't know who your messing with". When they saw the three of us, they were not intimidated (remember one girl and two guys). I'm not a small guy, but I am not big, same goes for my buddies brother. Well, one of those guys then said "you n-words better get out of here". My buddies brother simply goes "that's not your scooter man", and that guy comes after me swinging.
I have been in plenty of fights in my earlier years, and I lost a lot. I was stupid and it was a stupid thing I used to do, plus, I sucked at it. At this point I have not been in a fight in at least five years. So when he got close I back peddled and ducked out of the way, he stumbled and fell. The other guy went after both of my friends during this, but I could not really see what was going on. My guy came after me a couple more times (me dodging like a champ the whole time) when the OTHER guy (sorry if this is confusing, so much adrenaline still) threatens to come at me with a knife. At this point I see my gf just standing in the midst of this, (Of course I think to myself, wtf is she doing here). I yell over to her to get out of here, and honest to god, it was around there that this whole thing just kind of dissipated and we ran away and they ran away. It was weird.
As I collect a mental count of my group, everyone is there and safe, plus we have the scooter (yay, I guess). They are walking quickly down the street (I watched them the whole time), and when they turn off the street we turn into my house. There I see my friends in the light, the guy who got jumped was fine, he got tackled and punched in the cheek, my little friend has a cut on his eye lid bone area from getting a nice punch in the face. It was a very interesting experience.
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