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i'm back in canada now. it's not bad. honestly, the weirdest thing right now is having a keyboard with a readily accessible apostrophe key. it's seriously weird.
this is news from from me:
i met kaori's dad. we talked a bunch about how kaori and i are going to get married, and then we went for food. it was all pretty good. her dad didn't go mental, like i was half expecting. everything was a-okay.
i had a good christmas. everything was neato. nothing spectacular happened. kaori was really excited because she got her very first stocking.
last night i went out to monashees with kaori. it was really cool because a whole bunch of dudes i graduated with were there. it was like a friggin highschool reunion, seriously. it was a blast. then we went to boomers.
boomers. it was fine while we were inside. then fights broke out, people went outside, and everything escalated. my friend steve cooper was stabbed in the back. then knocked down and kicked in the face a lot. call me crazy, but i didn't really wanna get fucked like that, so i did my best to get all of the guys off him, and sorta calm everyone down. it didn't work so hot, since i got punched in the head. then my friend alex richardson, who is just home for christmas to visit his family, gets knocked around too, and has his eyebrow split open.
in truth, if i hadn't've been there, things probably would've been a lot worse. not that i was a bastion of manlihood that scared these thugs away, by any means, but i tried reasoning, and i guess it worked, even if only to a small degree.
more than that, though, is how disappointed in myself i was. i wish i could've stood up and beat the shit out of those 5 guys (yes, it was 5 guys on 3 guys. wicked odds, hey?). i wish i could've thrown some knees and elbows. i wasnt hurt when i got punched in the head; it didn't make me want to run away. it just made me want them to leave us alone even more. i'm half ashamed that i didn't throw down and come to fisticuffs, defending my friends. honestly, i might've even been able to do it. but i never even thought of it. it never crossed my mind. so here i am, partly thinking about how cowardly i behaved and how i wished i did some shoryukens on those guys.
kaori had blood all over her, because she was helping steve stand. she was seriously covered in blood. we got an ambulance and the police to come, and then kaori and i came home. she was totally wasted, but i was driving, so i hadn't drank at all. i don't think she really realized what happened. i was sorta messed up, though.
i saw the knife wound. and these guys were ready to beat the shit out of me, too, just because i was trying to help my bleeding friend up.
honestly, i don't feel safe in canada.
i want to go back to japan.
this is news from from me:
i met kaori's dad. we talked a bunch about how kaori and i are going to get married, and then we went for food. it was all pretty good. her dad didn't go mental, like i was half expecting. everything was a-okay.
i had a good christmas. everything was neato. nothing spectacular happened. kaori was really excited because she got her very first stocking.
last night i went out to monashees with kaori. it was really cool because a whole bunch of dudes i graduated with were there. it was like a friggin highschool reunion, seriously. it was a blast. then we went to boomers.
boomers. it was fine while we were inside. then fights broke out, people went outside, and everything escalated. my friend steve cooper was stabbed in the back. then knocked down and kicked in the face a lot. call me crazy, but i didn't really wanna get fucked like that, so i did my best to get all of the guys off him, and sorta calm everyone down. it didn't work so hot, since i got punched in the head. then my friend alex richardson, who is just home for christmas to visit his family, gets knocked around too, and has his eyebrow split open.
in truth, if i hadn't've been there, things probably would've been a lot worse. not that i was a bastion of manlihood that scared these thugs away, by any means, but i tried reasoning, and i guess it worked, even if only to a small degree.
more than that, though, is how disappointed in myself i was. i wish i could've stood up and beat the shit out of those 5 guys (yes, it was 5 guys on 3 guys. wicked odds, hey?). i wish i could've thrown some knees and elbows. i wasnt hurt when i got punched in the head; it didn't make me want to run away. it just made me want them to leave us alone even more. i'm half ashamed that i didn't throw down and come to fisticuffs, defending my friends. honestly, i might've even been able to do it. but i never even thought of it. it never crossed my mind. so here i am, partly thinking about how cowardly i behaved and how i wished i did some shoryukens on those guys.
kaori had blood all over her, because she was helping steve stand. she was seriously covered in blood. we got an ambulance and the police to come, and then kaori and i came home. she was totally wasted, but i was driving, so i hadn't drank at all. i don't think she really realized what happened. i was sorta messed up, though.
i saw the knife wound. and these guys were ready to beat the shit out of me, too, just because i was trying to help my bleeding friend up.
honestly, i don't feel safe in canada.
i want to go back to japan.