friggin hXc fight, bro
i was at la jolla shores with andrew and derek last night, and some people they met at a bonfire two nights ago. we found a little 5 liter heineken keg. it didn't have much in it, and the people who tried it said it was gross anyway. there were six of us by the time this incident happened.
there was a large group of asian peoples of the college-age who had a bonfire going. when i say large i mean 50. five zero. a LOT of asians.
some of us in the group started talking about how cool it would be to throw the keg in the fire. eventually it became a dare for one of the guys. i didn't think he'd do it. he sauntered the 50 yards to their bonfire, hopping the little wall in the process, occasionally pausing and looking back at us. he was obviously hesitant, which was why i didn't think he'd go through with it. he went up to them, and as he later recounted, asked them if they wanted any, because he was done. one of them said no and that he should throw it away. he said "hell no, i'm drunk" and threw it in the fire, and "stumbled" back to our group.
approximately 15 seconds later the keg exploded. it was a damn sweet explosion. but it was loud, and some of the girls in the group around the bonfire screamed.
we thought it might be time to go.
we started to walk away... i had been watching the group around the bonfire the whole time. about 30 seconds after the explosion, some of the people around the bonfire started walking towards us. ok, just a friendly chat about the dangers of exploding alcohol and flaming metal shrapnel, right? ...well, not quite.
at first only like four to eight of them started walking over, but then more followed. they hopped the little wall, and started walking faster. when i see a wall of potentially angry asians coming towards me, my first instinct is that the general consensus would be to run. so i ran/jogged/hobbled about 3 yards. i realized none of my friends were running, so i stopped and waited for them to catch up.
this was when the yelling of such articulate phrases as "whassup, mother fucker?" and "what the fuck is up, dawg?" began, from the wall of asians.
i don't know why he picked me, nor why his three friends followed him. maybe because i was partly away from my group, because i had started to run... i can tell you it was not because i looked anything like the guy who threw the keg. he was taller than me, and in all black; i was in a red t-shirt and jeans.
i was apologizing as the four gentlemen's walks became trots, then jogs, and as they politely and carefully ripped their shirts off and again asked "what the fuck is up?" at least one of them had rather large biceps.
at this point i would have to be rather dense to not realize they were going to attack me. jacket off = fight. even though i knew i would most likely be in pain in a few short seconds, i couldn't help but observe and note the ridiculous cliche that was big-biceps-guy taking off his jacket.
i tried to defuse the situation, and let these nice young men know that it was not, in fact, i that threw the keg. all i got in response was "what the fuck is up, dawg" and some fists.
so: four asians running at me, me slightly apart from my group, asians take off jackets, two closest to me pull back their fists in preparation to punch me. i don't like being punched in the face. so i turned my head. thunk, thunk, two to the back of the head. my leg is in a fucking space boot. i can't hardly walk in that thing on my own, let alone try to turn around and keep my balance with two people punching me in the head. i fell to the ground. when i was on the ground i thought "fuck". four of them came around me and started kicking me. i'm not sure how many times they kicked me. at least once on top of the head, once in the back, and once on my leg. i wasn't on the ground for much more than thirty seconds. the whole "fight" (drunken attack) was about 45 seconds.
andrew was totally gonna have my back and kill some asians, but they stopped kicking me. derek couldn't figure out what to do - there were fifty of them. maybe only twenty came to us, either in order to fight or in order to confront us...
it seems the guys who attacked me were drunk. they were completely irrational, and didn't hit very hard, even with their large biceps, and were the only ones that hit anyone, and that's why we assume they were drunk. some of the other people in their group were trying to defuse the situation as well, telling the guys who were on my to get off, back off.
one of the people from our group helped me up, but i don't really recall who. i think that everyone in our group made the smart decision not to start fighting with anyone else, or even to help get the guys off me. that would cause more violence, things would have escalated. 20 or more against 6? pretty pointless fight.
when the guys came over the wall and when the four were running at me, all of us were trying to tell them we were sorry, that it was a joke, we didn't mean to hurt anyone (not that we did), that they needed to chill, whatever... after i got up off the ground, one of us said we were sorry again, and a few of the people in their group said "no, we're sorry." it was obvious that not all of them had come over to fight, and some of them probably saved me from serious injury.
i'm pretty pacifistic in general. even if my foot had been fine, i don't think i would have fought them. even if there were only two of them against me, i don't think i would have fought them. i don't like fighting, and i don't think it's a very good solution. i don't think it's much of a solution at all.
i don't really remember if i was trying to run when i turned around and they punched me in the head, maybe i was. maybe i was being cowardly, or a pussy... whatever. i took it like a man when i got punched and kicked and bruised. i didn't even cry. i have a lump on my head, a cut on my hand and on my knee, a bruise on the side of my face from where my glasses dug in, and a bruise on my ear from where i think i got kicked when i was on the ground. these are my battle wounds, and these are what make me hardcore. because even if i was going to run away, i wasn't able to, and i got pretty kicked around. and so no matter what might have happened, what did happen is what matters: i took it like a man. they helped me up off the ground, and i went and drank the hell out of a chocolate shake from denny's.
there was a large group of asian peoples of the college-age who had a bonfire going. when i say large i mean 50. five zero. a LOT of asians.
some of us in the group started talking about how cool it would be to throw the keg in the fire. eventually it became a dare for one of the guys. i didn't think he'd do it. he sauntered the 50 yards to their bonfire, hopping the little wall in the process, occasionally pausing and looking back at us. he was obviously hesitant, which was why i didn't think he'd go through with it. he went up to them, and as he later recounted, asked them if they wanted any, because he was done. one of them said no and that he should throw it away. he said "hell no, i'm drunk" and threw it in the fire, and "stumbled" back to our group.
approximately 15 seconds later the keg exploded. it was a damn sweet explosion. but it was loud, and some of the girls in the group around the bonfire screamed.
we thought it might be time to go.
we started to walk away... i had been watching the group around the bonfire the whole time. about 30 seconds after the explosion, some of the people around the bonfire started walking towards us. ok, just a friendly chat about the dangers of exploding alcohol and flaming metal shrapnel, right? ...well, not quite.
at first only like four to eight of them started walking over, but then more followed. they hopped the little wall, and started walking faster. when i see a wall of potentially angry asians coming towards me, my first instinct is that the general consensus would be to run. so i ran/jogged/hobbled about 3 yards. i realized none of my friends were running, so i stopped and waited for them to catch up.
this was when the yelling of such articulate phrases as "whassup, mother fucker?" and "what the fuck is up, dawg?" began, from the wall of asians.
i don't know why he picked me, nor why his three friends followed him. maybe because i was partly away from my group, because i had started to run... i can tell you it was not because i looked anything like the guy who threw the keg. he was taller than me, and in all black; i was in a red t-shirt and jeans.
i was apologizing as the four gentlemen's walks became trots, then jogs, and as they politely and carefully ripped their shirts off and again asked "what the fuck is up?" at least one of them had rather large biceps.
at this point i would have to be rather dense to not realize they were going to attack me. jacket off = fight. even though i knew i would most likely be in pain in a few short seconds, i couldn't help but observe and note the ridiculous cliche that was big-biceps-guy taking off his jacket.
i tried to defuse the situation, and let these nice young men know that it was not, in fact, i that threw the keg. all i got in response was "what the fuck is up, dawg" and some fists.
so: four asians running at me, me slightly apart from my group, asians take off jackets, two closest to me pull back their fists in preparation to punch me. i don't like being punched in the face. so i turned my head. thunk, thunk, two to the back of the head. my leg is in a fucking space boot. i can't hardly walk in that thing on my own, let alone try to turn around and keep my balance with two people punching me in the head. i fell to the ground. when i was on the ground i thought "fuck". four of them came around me and started kicking me. i'm not sure how many times they kicked me. at least once on top of the head, once in the back, and once on my leg. i wasn't on the ground for much more than thirty seconds. the whole "fight" (drunken attack) was about 45 seconds.
andrew was totally gonna have my back and kill some asians, but they stopped kicking me. derek couldn't figure out what to do - there were fifty of them. maybe only twenty came to us, either in order to fight or in order to confront us...
it seems the guys who attacked me were drunk. they were completely irrational, and didn't hit very hard, even with their large biceps, and were the only ones that hit anyone, and that's why we assume they were drunk. some of the other people in their group were trying to defuse the situation as well, telling the guys who were on my to get off, back off.
one of the people from our group helped me up, but i don't really recall who. i think that everyone in our group made the smart decision not to start fighting with anyone else, or even to help get the guys off me. that would cause more violence, things would have escalated. 20 or more against 6? pretty pointless fight.
when the guys came over the wall and when the four were running at me, all of us were trying to tell them we were sorry, that it was a joke, we didn't mean to hurt anyone (not that we did), that they needed to chill, whatever... after i got up off the ground, one of us said we were sorry again, and a few of the people in their group said "no, we're sorry." it was obvious that not all of them had come over to fight, and some of them probably saved me from serious injury.
i'm pretty pacifistic in general. even if my foot had been fine, i don't think i would have fought them. even if there were only two of them against me, i don't think i would have fought them. i don't like fighting, and i don't think it's a very good solution. i don't think it's much of a solution at all.
i don't really remember if i was trying to run when i turned around and they punched me in the head, maybe i was. maybe i was being cowardly, or a pussy... whatever. i took it like a man when i got punched and kicked and bruised. i didn't even cry. i have a lump on my head, a cut on my hand and on my knee, a bruise on the side of my face from where my glasses dug in, and a bruise on my ear from where i think i got kicked when i was on the ground. these are my battle wounds, and these are what make me hardcore. because even if i was going to run away, i wasn't able to, and i got pretty kicked around. and so no matter what might have happened, what did happen is what matters: i took it like a man. they helped me up off the ground, and i went and drank the hell out of a chocolate shake from denny's.