play-by-play
man, justin just had the most rediculous vent EVER. now, he's been known to explode on people, but he usually calms down enough to just stop before he does any big damage. unfortunately, this was not exactly one of those incidents. to give a bit of background, me and brandon had been giving him his deserved dose of brotherly love/hate while we were all stuck in the same house/area for two weeks in florida. he gave the "i'm about to go street fighter alpha 2 on your asses soon" warning, which meant that we were building up his I'M-GONNA-GO-FUCKING-CRAZY-AND-KILL-SOMEONE gauge. well, he chose about the least opertune time to do so, and did the least appropiate things while in HYPER-FUCK-YOU-UP mode.
here's the play by play:
1. mom brought up how he broke nearly all of her wine glasses, and he denied
2. mom and brandon began mocking his reactions, the "i didn't, but i can't keep a straight face" reactions
3. justin starts yelling about how he didn't do this and that and then BOOM!
4. justin swings all over the place at brandon, and i observe, anger growing
5. justin pops brandon in the eye
(mom has been frantically trying to stop justin since 4)
6. mom jumps in and yells at justin for breaking brandon's glasses (which didn't actually happen, but the design of the glasses allows them to be folded several times to make for more compact storage - which is particularly misleading when they get punched off of someone's face), starting to get hysterical
7. justin, while fighting off brandon's attempt to stop him from doing anything further, yells at mom to tell her to stop yelling hysterically
8. i reach Break Point at justin's "shut the fuck up, mom" and go into ANDRENALINE-MODE, that is, BEAT-THE-FUCK-OUT-OF-JUSTIN-FOR-CROSSING-INTO-RED-NECK-TERRITORY-WITH-THAT-LAST-COMMENT-MODE. so i attempt to slaughter justin / pacify justin (the latter only coming to mind after the effects of the rush have worn off. so for a more accurate idea of the event, follow the former description)
9. my attempts to slaughter him lead only to a stand-still, with mom's hysterical crying as a background
10. we sort of back off, and go to different parts of the room
11. we begin to act semi-casual for about .04 seconds, then
12. i explain my actions, still full of rage, as "justin, we're not fucking red-neck trash, so don't act like it. i just snapped when you told your mother to shut the fuck up"
13. scuff nearly errupts all over again, so this step would be "rinse and repeat" if it wasn't for mom who was yelling "go upstairs! go downstairs!" to me and justin, respectfully.
14. i go upstairs to calm, justin goes downstairs
so that's where I was when i started writing this down. since, brandon came in and asked me if i was cool, and even justin came up to call it quits. to test his mentality, thinking he had calmed down as much as i had, i casually said "i'll get right on that gauge, for ya. soon she'll be full again." i was safe. so now i guess we're all better now. so i'll end this on a high note: GREAT TO BE BACK IN BALTIMORE!!!
here's the play by play:
1. mom brought up how he broke nearly all of her wine glasses, and he denied
2. mom and brandon began mocking his reactions, the "i didn't, but i can't keep a straight face" reactions
3. justin starts yelling about how he didn't do this and that and then BOOM!
4. justin swings all over the place at brandon, and i observe, anger growing
5. justin pops brandon in the eye
(mom has been frantically trying to stop justin since 4)
6. mom jumps in and yells at justin for breaking brandon's glasses (which didn't actually happen, but the design of the glasses allows them to be folded several times to make for more compact storage - which is particularly misleading when they get punched off of someone's face), starting to get hysterical
7. justin, while fighting off brandon's attempt to stop him from doing anything further, yells at mom to tell her to stop yelling hysterically
8. i reach Break Point at justin's "shut the fuck up, mom" and go into ANDRENALINE-MODE, that is, BEAT-THE-FUCK-OUT-OF-JUSTIN-FOR-CROSSING-INTO-RED-NECK-TERRITORY-WITH-THAT-LAST-COMMENT-MODE. so i attempt to slaughter justin / pacify justin (the latter only coming to mind after the effects of the rush have worn off. so for a more accurate idea of the event, follow the former description)
9. my attempts to slaughter him lead only to a stand-still, with mom's hysterical crying as a background
10. we sort of back off, and go to different parts of the room
11. we begin to act semi-casual for about .04 seconds, then
12. i explain my actions, still full of rage, as "justin, we're not fucking red-neck trash, so don't act like it. i just snapped when you told your mother to shut the fuck up"
13. scuff nearly errupts all over again, so this step would be "rinse and repeat" if it wasn't for mom who was yelling "go upstairs! go downstairs!" to me and justin, respectfully.
14. i go upstairs to calm, justin goes downstairs
so that's where I was when i started writing this down. since, brandon came in and asked me if i was cool, and even justin came up to call it quits. to test his mentality, thinking he had calmed down as much as i had, i casually said "i'll get right on that gauge, for ya. soon she'll be full again." i was safe. so now i guess we're all better now. so i'll end this on a high note: GREAT TO BE BACK IN BALTIMORE!!!