Shitty day...
First off, there is this gigantic red wood tree outside my bedroom that has been in my backyard since we moved to my house. That means its been there since I was three. Long story short, we had to get it removed. So this morning at nine o'clock all the noise started and by five o'clock it was completely gone, except for the stump. I know its just a tree, but it makes me sad to think that it will never be there again. I know we can plant a new tree, which will probably be pretty cool, but this was the biggest tree ever, EVER, and it has been there all my life.
Later I went to hang out with a few of my friends. I though they were going to get some dinner at Sizzler, but when I got there my friend Tim was all amped up to go fight some guy over Tim's ex-girlfriend. That was a dumb idea to start with. I hate fights and try to avoid them whenever possible. He was pretty set on going though and he wanted us to come in case shit got out of hand, which basically meant if a crowd showed up. We drove to where they were going to meet, which was the first mistake on Tim's part. They wanted to meet him at some church parking lot right outside of town. The paring lot was a total bottle neck, which could be potentially bad if they tried to block us in with their cars. Then when the guy showed up he brought a bunch of people, their where five cars and probably fifteen guys. They basically all got out and gang beat Tim. Since there were only the three of us with him, Tim's second mistake, there wasn't shit we could do aside from yelling for them to stop and trying to break it up, which could have landed us smack in the middle of the fight. In the end they all jumped back in their cars and drove away. Tim was in really bad shape. He had be punched, kicked and slammed against the concrete. His face was swollen to the point of being unrecognizable and there was blood all over the pavement. He was so hyped up on adrenaline that he tried to get in his car and drive after them. We stopped him from doing that and convinced him to go home and wash up. He finally did, but still wouldn't go to the doctor like we said he should. The worst part is that the guy he was supposed to fight stood back and watched all his friends take care of his business.
Some people are such cowards. Again I don't condone fighting at all, even though I have been guilty of throwing a few punches (the punches I threw were in response to punches thrown at me, which still doesn't justify it). It just sickens me to think that all these guys probably left that parking lot thinking that they were the shit and that they proved their point. The whole situation was bullshit, yes, and Tim shouldn't have been there in the first place, but in all regards to a fair fight, it was bullshit.
And there I was watching one of my friends, mind you not a close friend, but a friend none the less, getting the living hell kick out of him and I couldn't do a damn thing to stop it. If I would have stepped in, for one I wouldn't have been much help because of my stature, and I would have got fucked up just as bad as Tim. It really made me feel helpless, and thats a shitty way to feel.