November 19, 2007

I was playing guitar hero in Adam's room until about 1:00am, which consisted of us mostly trying to beat the dragonforce song on hard. that didnt happen, so he suggested that we run to the 7eleven to pick up some soda and snacks cuz we were pretty hungry. so we went...

I picked up some coke and cream soda, and Adam got taquitos or something. When we were walking out the door, this guy, about 6'2" and 250 pounds, wearing an army issue army jacket, was walking into the store. He tapped me on the shoulder pretty hard and said "hey man." So I said "Hey, I like your jacket." But when he had said that I could tell he was on something. I figure it was coke or something cuz he was ridiculously strong. So anyway, we kept walking out the door and were heading to the car, but the guy followed us. He went up to Adam and read his sweatshirt which says "Abortion is Homicide," which is a pretty strong statement, but it's meant to make people think, not to piss them off. So the guy got really irrationally angry. Like, he just wasn't thinking normally, and he started shoving Adam really hard, saying "My ex got an abortion...is that a homicide!?" and "are you trying to be a punk!?" So I was getting scared.

Then he smacked Adam wicked hard in the face.

I dropped my things on the ground and started walking over to them to try to stop the guy before he killed Adam. I yelled "stop" and right when I got close to them, the guy turned to me and punched me in the face.

He hit me square in the mouth. But let me remind you, this guy was built like a freaking football player, was in the army, and on lots of drugs that made him super human strong. So when he hit me, my tooth went straight through my face, right under my lip. I thought he knocked all my bottom teeth out because there was so much blood on my hands and on the ground. I kinda stumbled back and just grabbed my face because I couldn't tell how bad it was. Then I yelled to Adam to get their license plate number, but the guy and his friend had already driven off.

Then we had to decide what to do. Adam didn't have his phone, so we used mine to call the cops. They got there pretty quickly, but it was of no use because we couldn't identify the guy who attacked us. Then Adam was trying to see how bad my face was, and he said he couldn't tell if the cut went all the way through. So, having a not-so-smart moment, I decided to try and stick my tongue through it. Well, it went all the way through alright. Then it started to hurt.

After that we realized that I really needed to get to the hospital, so Adam decided to drive me to Quincy Medical Center or something. We got there and the front door was closed, but this lady came and opened it for us. She was a freaking skeleton, just in case you wanted to know. It freaked me out how skinny and death-like she was, and it made me not want to be there anymore. But we stayed.

I checked in at 1:45am, about 20 minutes after it all happened. I filled out all the papers and junk and went into the ER to get my lip stitched up. I was laying there for over an hour before the doctor came in. I thought they had forgotten about me because all I could hear them talking about was tv shows and gossipping about random people.

The doctor finally came in and said he was going to fix me up. He put 5 dissolvable stitches on the inside of my mouth, and 6 normal ones on the outside. The entire time I was watching his hands, and he was shaking pretty badly. And that whole thing called novacaine or however you spell it, well, it didn't work on me. I felt everything the whole time, and it hurt wicked bad. After he finished the inside, he said he had to "irrigate" the outer part of my laceration, so he took this syringe thing, and filled it with salt water, and when he squirted it all over the outside of my mouth, it went straight through the wound, and started to fill my mouth up. I gagged cuz I was pretty much drowning in salt water, and then he was like, "oh, is it going through?" and I was just like, "um, yea." Ugh, this guy made me upset.

So anyway, after I was done there, it was about 3:30 in the morning and I had to go pick up my prescription at CVS for the painkillers. We went and picked them up, and by the time I got back to ENC, it was like 4:00am. It was probably the most frightening thing I've ever gone through in my life. That guy totally could have killed me. And, just to let you know, all of you guys who are saying, "oh, well if I was there with my boys, we could have taken him..." Well, no, you couldnt have. This guy was a freaking animal, on drugs, and stronger than anyone I've ever seen. So, we probably all would have ended up with messed up faces.

I'm just glad I went, because if Adam was alone, I don't know what would have happened to him. I think next time I'm in this situation or anything like it, instead of trying to break up a fight, I'll just call the cops right away, or just run. It's not worth the risk of dying while trying to break up a fight.

That was my night. It sucked. And my face still hurts.