posted on March 18, 2004 @ 5:30 pm
early this morning, disrupting the merriment and glee of parking garage employees enjoying spring break, a belligerent drunk man ambled down leon. after chasing jason, completely unprovoked, the cops were called by several people. he began kicking my car, dana and i screamed obscenities at him, and then he ripped off my rear-view mirror. quite intoxicated, i charged down two flights of stairs and toward him in the middle of the street before i was physically held back about ten feet away. i scoped the dumpster area for something to harm him with yet thankfully found nothing. i screamed, "i'll rip your goddamned balls off!" and suddenly there was a fist against the side of my head. a miniscule moment of, is that all you got? followed by collapse. for several seconds i felt like i was dreaming. there was nothing in the world but blackness, silence, and myself in a heap.
i couldn't see or hear anything until i felt cole picking me up, then all the screams and shouts of my coworkers shred through my nice little shrowd. involuntarily, i began to sob. i stood without my glasses in cole's arms, listening to jason and jared. how could you hit a girl? suddenly jared hit the ground, i cried harder, and a police woman appeared as the drunk man's brother straddled him and punched him repeatedly in the head.
she maced him three times and beat him with her baton. dana cheered her on, and i stared through matted eyelashes in contempt. his brother approached me and tried to apologize. "don't fucking talk to me! i don't want to fucking hear your voice!" jason escorted him away. suddenly leon and 23rd were swamped with police cars, a fire truck, and an ambulance. dana counted 14 cops. valerie informed me she had my glasses but only one lens, and i saw jared, sans glasses, a cut beneath his left eye and a bruise already forming.
police took the addresses, phone numbers, birthdays of jared, jason, and myself. now in the arms of jared, i told the cop, "i'm so hardcore. i got punched my a drunk guy, and i'm okay." he laughed, "you are hardcore." they all learned our names quickly, and i repeatedly heard hit chelsea, chelsea's car. jared and i signed a paper for the EMS crew saying we refused their aid, jared leaving a circular spot of blood from his palm at the corner of the page.
i couldn't stop thinking of fight club. you hit me in the ear!
a boy walked up, "yeah, he hit me in the back of my head and threw her mirror at me. :presents his swollen, immobile thumb: i just wanted to go to bed. :laughs: that's my wendy's in the road." next to a french fry i spotted my other lens, and once they had stopped talking to me i snuck to the middle of the road to retrieve it. still intact. plastic: cheap and durable. i also discovered, to my horror, two of my shirt's buttons had been undone. drunk boy's brother came near again, and i apologized for having yelled at him; he was, after all, trying to help, and even beat the shit out of him whilst he was near passing out. he understood and apologized more to me.
as the car pulled away with the seemingly unconscious drunk man in the back, jason yelled, "fuck you, man. fuck you!"
a female who had appeared replied, "there's no need for that! he's already going to jail, just leave him alone."
"he punched my friends in the face!"
jason was pulled away before a second police call was required. another set of policemen appeared to photograph my car, jared, myself, and the boy with wendy's. "give me your tough face."
":wendy's boy laughs:"
"that's your tough face?"
after such ado, i felt getting shitty was very necessary. i already was quite under the influence of a couple substances, but i wanted to be obliterated. "goodnight" by the pumpkins played, jared and i joked about being geeky because we were worried about our glasses, we did more shots, i chain smoked, crumbled into jason's couch next to the stereo blasting "soma" by the pumpkins. just as it ended i gained enough energy to rise up and skip to number nine. from outside i hear jason, "chelsea! 'mayonaise!'"
i waited until 6:00 a.m., when it was time to go to taco cabana, where jason went into the lady's bathroom. the first time it was an understandable mistake. why he was standing there when i exited the stall, i'm not sure.
i received hugs from everyone and a kiss to the forehead from jason. i passed out after barely making it home at 7:00 a.m. (still a little tipsy) only to awake at 10:00 or 10:30. i showered, found dried blood and a knot on my temple and bruises on my legs. moving my neck and opening my mouth any larger than is necessary for inserting food are pretty painful, the lens in my glasses won't stay in, there's a bit of cheek i apparently bit that's killing me, and mother. is. livid.
as i went through the story to her, i could hear the tears hot in her eyes, her voice quivering with the anger of knowing, "you've been hurt, and there's nothing i can do about it." she insisted i immediately call the police, get him in court, make him pay. i have my case number and the number of detectives. i'll give them a ring tomorrow. she asked, "what have we learned about defending your car?"
":dejected: don't do it."
this, of course, going back to the mob of people using travis for a coaster, me waltzing out there like tough stuff to remove it, then someone firing a gun the moment i got back inside my apartment. he sustained only one dent, below the handle on the driver's side. try to hurt with my family sedan...pfff...
according to cole, lebritney states she would be in jail right now if she had been there. it was really shocking the uproar that stemmed from little ol' me: jason running through the streets distracting the drunk from my car, jared taking a punch to the eye, dana and valerie scouring the street for my missing faerie earring, a man going to jail for one night at least. valerie made it seem like this is the obvious reaction to someone fucking with me, and i was really touched. and not in a painful way as earlier in the night. ;)