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Suicide Surfers > Diaries > Joe's diary > Lack of fights

Lack of fights

2006-01-12 14:53 GMT

There haven't been many fights during the past year. It might be a sign of maturing or getting old or lack of social life. Actually the first fight reported in this site back in 2004 seems to be the last as well. From last autumn I remember only one occasion that led me to violent actions towards anyone.

We were leaving a night club (on a warm september night) with my friend and we were, as supposed to be, quite wasted. Some cunt started shouting something from the other side of the street (in my drunken mind he was insulting me), so I was ready to go then and there. What stopped me was the fact that when I started crossing the road to chat with the fellow, he hid behind a police car, which had avoided my attention until then.

Even when I am drunk, I am not a complete idiot (this still remains to be seen. You can judge it by yourself), so we walked thirty meters forward and turned right at the crossroads. So did the annoying cunt, who might have been still shouting and might have been not, but in my mind he was still a bastard who was entitled to get learning experience from me.

So there was a corner between us and the police car and the fellow referred as an annoying cunt was walking behind us. I turned around and carefully threw him on the ground while making sure that his head won't hit the street. After all, he hadn't done anything except shouted annoying things. He was pretty amazed, while I was feeling pretty good and started doing my exit leaving him laying on the ground (pretty much intact and positively not injured), when other cunt started shouting to me. Cunt number two shouted "Stop! Police!".

The thing was that while I had consentrated on getting out of the sight of the police van parked in front of the night club, there was another one parked right on the opposite side of the street where I had decided to make my walk home more peaceful.

If police orders you to stop in the center of the city and you haven't done anything really stupid, it is better to do as told and not start a fight or try to run. There are always more cops, who are more sober than you. But you can try to outsmart them, since police are known from their endurance and singlemindedness, not for being the fastest of the cats, if you follow my drift.

So I started explaining how the guy was just about to succer-punch me and acted aggressively while lifting my hands in the air to get more attention from the bystanders. Human mind works strangely. Even if you just saw something to happen it is easier to believe that you didn't see something than question a dedicated guy who tells you a reasonable story.

So the police bought it, sent us walking in one direction and the annoying cunt to another. After taking the first possible taxi and leaving the queuee to shout behind us, me and my friend headed to our homes.

Here's an additional drawing.


Joe