Marc
I'm not sure how to start this one, to be honest. It's going to be kind of Ampilified-ish. Apologies, but I couldn't think of any other way. Maybe it should go a little something like this:
"Dude! I don't know what happened, but Jeff's getting jumped right now!"
I jump up, run outside, and see my roommate - Jeff - in a headlock, surrounded by four, fraternity-ish-ish dudes. How do you handle this situation? Me ... I put my arms between the guy and Jeff, and try to pry him off. After about two minutes, with the help of one of the guy's friends, we get him off and away from Jeff, who I now have to hold back. They yell at each other. I yell, too - basically just telling them that we don't need this shit, and that they should just go home. I have no idea how this all got started, and all I can think of is (1) making sure that Jeff doesn't try and kill the guy and (2) getting them seperated and on their way to wherever they were going. About 20 people are with us, milling about, half girls/half guys, not really doing much but yelling and gawking. It's all kind of a blur. Two or three seperate times I thought they were going to leave for good, but they always seemed to find an excuse to start yelling and running at us again. Twenty minutes or so pass before the cops show up and disperse both crowds. Who gets ID'ed for the whole thing? Me. I have two or three of my friends on the porch, telling the cop that I was doing nothing but trying to break it up .. he believes them, and goes on his way ***1***.
The worst part about the whole deal is that I had to tackle Jeff at one point and start yelling at him. This makes me feel terrible, but it was absolutely necessary. He's assured me that he didn't take it personally, and that it was the best thing to do at the time .. but still. He was getting jumped, for no reason, by people he didn't know. Of course he's going to want retribution. Who wouldn't? The last thing that I want to do is tell him to "calm down! We don't need this right now! Just fucking stop!" It's eating me up inside, but I can't help it. It was necessary.
Everyone, for the most part is alright. Jeff's knuckle might be broken, but that's the extent of the damage, as far as I know. It still amazes me that there are people out there that want to actually fight people. I mean, these guys were ready to go, come hell or high water (terrible expression, I know). What drives this?
My adrenalines still raging, and it's been almost two hours now. When is this going to stop?
***1*** But not before he ID's both Luke and Matt (pals). When he looks down at Luke's ID and it says he's 24, which may seem a bit of a stretch to anyone that doesn't know him, he asks Luke for his Social Security number. "123-45-6789" is his reply. I wish I was making this up. The cops says "I don't have time for this", hands back the ID, and takes off. Classic. Sorry for stealing the footnote form, Zach.
I'm not sure how to start this one, to be honest. It's going to be kind of Ampilified-ish. Apologies, but I couldn't think of any other way. Maybe it should go a little something like this:
"Dude! I don't know what happened, but Jeff's getting jumped right now!"
I jump up, run outside, and see my roommate - Jeff - in a headlock, surrounded by four, fraternity-ish-ish dudes. How do you handle this situation? Me ... I put my arms between the guy and Jeff, and try to pry him off. After about two minutes, with the help of one of the guy's friends, we get him off and away from Jeff, who I now have to hold back. They yell at each other. I yell, too - basically just telling them that we don't need this shit, and that they should just go home. I have no idea how this all got started, and all I can think of is (1) making sure that Jeff doesn't try and kill the guy and (2) getting them seperated and on their way to wherever they were going. About 20 people are with us, milling about, half girls/half guys, not really doing much but yelling and gawking. It's all kind of a blur. Two or three seperate times I thought they were going to leave for good, but they always seemed to find an excuse to start yelling and running at us again. Twenty minutes or so pass before the cops show up and disperse both crowds. Who gets ID'ed for the whole thing? Me. I have two or three of my friends on the porch, telling the cop that I was doing nothing but trying to break it up .. he believes them, and goes on his way ***1***.
The worst part about the whole deal is that I had to tackle Jeff at one point and start yelling at him. This makes me feel terrible, but it was absolutely necessary. He's assured me that he didn't take it personally, and that it was the best thing to do at the time .. but still. He was getting jumped, for no reason, by people he didn't know. Of course he's going to want retribution. Who wouldn't? The last thing that I want to do is tell him to "calm down! We don't need this right now! Just fucking stop!" It's eating me up inside, but I can't help it. It was necessary.
Everyone, for the most part is alright. Jeff's knuckle might be broken, but that's the extent of the damage, as far as I know. It still amazes me that there are people out there that want to actually fight people. I mean, these guys were ready to go, come hell or high water (terrible expression, I know). What drives this?
My adrenalines still raging, and it's been almost two hours now. When is this going to stop?
***1*** But not before he ID's both Luke and Matt (pals). When he looks down at Luke's ID and it says he's 24, which may seem a bit of a stretch to anyone that doesn't know him, he asks Luke for his Social Security number. "123-45-6789" is his reply. I wish I was making this up. The cops says "I don't have time for this", hands back the ID, and takes off. Classic. Sorry for stealing the footnote form, Zach.
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