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Well, as I'm typing this my lower face is currently numb. I have a bruised and sore face, several cuts and abraisions, a chipped tooth, bruised rib(s) and I think could be a minor concussin... more on that later.

I was at a party last night, a rather large one full of roudy teenagers and booze. While I am into martial arts, I am also a big fan of the herb. At the point in the party the incident happened, I already smoked about fourty bucks worth of marijuana and drank about four beers. This was the night of my Eighteenth birthday (last night). I was inside a car, passing around a pipe when I noticed my friend, Kurt outside the door. I roll down the window and say:
"Hey Kurt, It's my birthday! Go get me a beer!"

This is the first mistake I made that night. I forgot that Kurt wasn't drinking. Now, while it shouldn't be a problem for him to grab me one from the keg, he didn't pay the five dollar charge, which means he didn't have the mark on his hand. Now... I'm way too stoned to walk, let alone come up with a scheme as simple as drawing a black X on his hand with a Sharpie.

So Kurt bounds off to happily fetch his best friend a cup of watery American beer (also known as Beer 0.5) while I'm still inside the car. I roll the window up and toke down some more. All is well and I have a good buzz going. I'm so high I was enjoying the "music" or noise or whatever kids these days call it. I call it Club Rap and in my vocabulary is synonymous with turd. A few minutes go by and I glance out the window to see Kurt getting pushed around by some tall wigger. I exit the car to realise that this particular wigger was drunk as a skunk, and surrounded by two smacktalking friends.

"What's going on, man?" I say as I casually move between him and Kurt. The guy was about twenty something and began asking if I was going to "start something."

I drunkenly assured him that I "just wanted to chill out, man" and was leaning against the car as I was well to stoned to support myself.
I don't even see the punch coming, all I know is it felt like my nose just exploded. My eyes instantly began pouring buckets of water and blood began streaming down my face. I felt another punch or two on my face before I blacked out. The next thing I realise is that I'm on the ground, covering my face. I couldn't see or hear anything. I managed to get back up and stagger foreward, and felt him get close to me. I was seeing double, both images heavily blured. I lashed out with two punches, and I felt at least one connect before I was on the ground again.

I opened the door to the car and tried to sit inside, my eyes were closed and I was still covering my mouth. I was breathing heavily and I couldn't think at all. Suddenly I was pulled from the car and back onto the ground. I curled into the fetal position and covered my head with my arms as the guy and two of his friends proceeded to kick and stomp me repeatedly on the ground. All I could do was lie there, shaking and bleeding.

I'm not sure what the moral of this event is... as there is no real happy ending. I didn't realise how helpless I was when I get that high. No matter how good of a fighter you are sober, drugs make you helpless. Alchohol on the otherhand, makes you violent.

I just thought it was ironic that I could have kicked that guy's a** if I was sober, and at least held off his friends. I did have a knife on me but I forgot that I had it, even if I did I couldn't have been able to get it. I was concentrating on covering my head, face and neck when they were kicking me.

I had some friends with me... but I'm nore sure what happened to them when I was getting beat up. I don't think they could have done much though... My only friends that could have really done any damage without a weapon haven't shown up yet.

yeah, i hate that "who the hell are you feeling to"
you can tell when a place just has a bad feeling to it, i stay away from places like that. plus nocking me down is like knocking over a truck. there arent to many good bars or party spots around here, but somthing ive noticed, if your wearing somthing that says armed forces or support our troops ppl are a lot nicer to you. i have a cap that says once a marine always a marine on the brim. when i was in Vegas a couple of ppl asked me if i was a jar head and a few just baught me drinks. i wasnt complaining, i had like 8 beers and only paid for 4 or 5 of them. i wasnt trying to impersonate a marine or anything it just sort of happened.
asside from that id just wait till youre 21 and buy the beer yourself or just get s**t-faced at home or around ppl you know. other wise youre almost garanteed to run into ppl like that.
take care man

I love telling my friend what he did after he sobers up I laugh my a** off.

To bad you wernt the one to bust his a**.

Srinking+Marjuiana+wrong crowd= X2 the beatdown

I'm a hippy, man. I don't go around expecting or looking for a fight. I was baking out in a car having a good old time when it happened.

Walking down a dark alley is one thing, hanging out in a party full of people I know is another.

Oh! And bonus... I just found out recently that they were all carrying guns. I lucked out more than I thought, this also crushes any hopes of retailiation that doesn't involve an SKS.

I'd rather get beat up and survive then die "honorably."