“You never hit a women…”

Date posted: Tuesday March 24th, 2009 || Filed under: Uncategorized || 4 Comments

Saturday evening, I went out for one of the first times in weeks. We headed over to a friend’s house for his 25th birthday party. We knew it was going to be a good time; for the most part it always is. All was quite well… I had gotten some yummy Cherry Drs to drink; Mike even bought me cigarettes. “Its ONLY because we are drinking tonight.” I was perfectly happy with that. I think I will have no problem with just smoking socially or when we’re having drinks.

… one, two, skip a few…

LONG story short… I’ll skip to the ‘good part’. After a lot of drinking, a lot of people showing up, and a lot of butting heads. I swear everyone is in a bad mood lately. (Economy, maybe?) So, there has been a lot of these “new kids” there lately. I mean, normally we have our group of people that are always at Myles house. Apparently, his ex-girlfriend has been coming over and bringing her friends along. Most of these kids are 19-21 but they’re all annoying. I really hope I didn’t act like that when I was younger at parties… Anyways.

There was this one particular kid there that just annoyed the crap out of everyone. Brent. A little douche bag if you ask me. Basically, he was starting shit as soon as he walked in the door. About three or four guys wanted to punch him in the face as soon as they showed up. This kid had a death wish that night.

… skip ahead. Ryan, one of the guys, threw a bag of frozen peas at the kid’s head for talking shit. Then the kid made some comment about the cat had bit him and if it ever did it again, he’d kick the thing… which is what triggered me to set off for later …

“YOU DO NOT HIT A WOMEN. NEVER EVER IS IT ACCEPTABLE TO HIT A WOMEN.”

We’re all hanging outside, talking, having a smoke, and just chillin’ when we were talking about something or other. (I honestly, don’t even remember the context of the conversation that was going on) We were all talking about people kicking other people’s asses. When Mr. Douche Bag himself pipped in with “I hit a women.” … That was it. That’s all it took. He didn’t say ANYTHING else. Just those four words, set me the fuck off. I looked at him and started SNAPPING at the absolute top of my lungs. “YOU DO NOT HIT A WOMEN. NEVER EVER IS IT ACCEPTABLE TO HIT A WOMEN. DO YOU THINK YOU’RE A FUCKING MAN FOR ADMITTING TO SOMETHING LIKE THAT. DO YOU REALIZE THERE ARE FUCKING 30+ PEOPLE HERE. ALL MEN. THAT WOULD BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU FOR EVEN MENTIONING THOSE WORDS?!” …That continued for about 20 minutes before I shook my head and went inside.

About 10 minutes later, a friend comes in telling me to come outside, also telling Mike to follow just in case I end up punching the kid in the face. He is balling his eyes out. Starts crying more and says “I would never hit a women. I was raised by my Mom without a Dad. I respect women! I was talking about when I was five years old, I was riding my bike and a girl was riding towards me and we swerved and I almost hit her…” I just sat there saying “Uh huh. Yup. Okay.” I was so pissed off. So, he finally says he was sorry. I said Alright. We’re done. I walked away.

… more time passed and I came back outside, to find a bunch of my friends making sure the kid was okay like on the other side of the yard. I have NO IDEA what was said or what happened as to why they were talking to this kid or calming him down. I don’t even know what was said to him while he was over there … All I know he was pissing off the WRONG people. Coop was over there, he don’t take shit for NOTHING. He has broke a guy’s cheek for talking shit and has no regrets for doing it. You don’t fuck with Coop, and he was the one mainly talking to this kid …

Later on, I was back inside. Coop brought the kid in by the back of the neck, holding his sweatshirt and said “SAY NOTHING!” Told him to go to the fridge get what you need to get and GET THE HELL OUT. He said straight out, “If you say anything to ANYONE, I will punch you. I am not kidding. DO NOT play games with me.” … Dumb ass, drunk kid… Looks at me after going in the fridge, drops to his knees and starts crying, begging, and pleading with me. “Please. I’m sorry.” I look at him, square in the eye and say, “Fine. I accept your apology. I am sorry too, thank you. Just watch your fucking words.” Coop picked him up by the back of the neck and dragged him out of there again.

Later on in the night the kid was walking in traffic … Our friend Ben went to go hunt him down and make sure things were alright. I was calm by this point, annoyed, but calm. I just didn’t want the stupid kid near me.

… You’re probably wondering… why hasn’t this kid just leave the party? Well folks, he got dropped off by his mom. Yup. His mom brought him to the party. This girl Sarah, was supposed to take him home… where was she? Getting all the attention, from OTHER GUYS in the other room. …

So, I end up finding her later on, and going, “Are you Sarah?” She was like, “He said it! I had nothing to do with it! I’m not ready to go anywhere.” This just pissed me off even more. I looked at Mike, gave Myles a hug, said good-bye. I was ready to leave. I went back in to the kitchen to say thanks once more to Coop for helping take care of things, gave a few hugs, and looked at Ben to say good-bye. He said, “You should really go talk to him. He feels insulted.” I looked at him almost in disgust. I couldn’t believe what he was saying. This kid felt insulted?! I don’t care. “I apologized. I accepted his apology. I thanked him. I said, we’re fine. THERE IS NOTHING MORE I CAN DO!” “Well, Nikki. You’re a mom, go console him.” What?! “…Fine. Tonight, when he goes and kills himself by walking in front of traffic, see how well you feel.” … I’m through. I throw up my arms, say “IM FUCKING DONE!”, walk out of the house, and leave. Mike followed after me, and we left. We seen the kid walking down the block about a 1/2 mile away. If he’s dumb enough to play in traffic, or wants to kill himself doing it… I have no control over that.

Anyways… There is my Saturday night. It was interesting. I had too much to drink. I got into a fight, and nearly punched a kid in the face. This is why I don’t go out much… Not because I start shit everywhere, but the drama that comes. I’m pretty sure this kid is NOT welcomed back at Myles’ house, and if he is, I will not be attending.

How was your weekend?