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Join Date: Sep 2006
Location: Texas
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Shit man, my friend tried to kill me
So i watched the superbowl at my buddy's house, drinkin beers and whatnot, and towards the end of the evening (we started early), we're playing beer pong. the other team's not hitting cups, so they start chuckin the ball as hard as they can at the cups, trying to knock them over. Every time they did, beer sprayed everywhere, all over me.
I asked them very politely twice to quit doing that, cause it was beerin me real good. they try again, and i was like, "dude, seriously. you might as well be throwing beer on me yourself. I've asked you twice already, please don't do that anymore." Ryan gets all macho (he's swoll as fuck) and is like, "what're you going to do about it?" and i'm like, "i'm not tryin to start anything, man, i just don't want beer thrown all over me."
2 seconds later, he chucks it again, throws beer all over me, so i throw the cup at him. (I know that was wrong, and i would've apologized and cleaned it up 10 minutes later, it'd just become personal at that point) He flips a shit, and after yelling for a few seconds, he grabs a beer bottle and chunks it as hard as he can at my fuckin head! as soon as i saw he was gonna throw it, i hit the ground like there was mortar fire. we went and looked at where the bottle had hit the wall and shattered, and that glass was fuckin powder. the bottle evaporated on impact, sending shards a good 8 feet into the room.
I was scared shitless! If i hadn't smoked 20 minutes before, it's highly probably that i wouldn't have noticed that he was throwing a bottle at me and ducked. If that thing would've hit me in the head like he threw it, that's a guaranteed hospital visit AT LEAST. blindness, severe scarring, man there's almost no end to what could've been had that tagged me.
Man, I wouldn't be buggin out quite so hard if this dude wasn't on my shortlist of good friends. as of yesterday, he would've been a groomsman in my wedding, if i were getting married, and the dude tried to kill me. If not kill, then severely injure.
After that, because i'm competetive, and we were still winning even after i threw that cup at him, we kept playing for a little bit, and every time we were about to shoot, he'd grab another beer bottle. of course we'd just launch the cup and run/duck, we don't know what he's gonna do. Motherfucker thought that shit was funny. I'm sure, if you walked in at that moment, and saw 2 stoned motherfuckers hiding behind the kitchen counter, it'd be pretty funny, but not after a beer bottle whizzed a foot or 2 over my head (i hit the ground like a bag of hammers) and close enough to my partner's head for him to hear it go past.
Against my better judgement, i hung around for a bit, in case he wanted to apologize. Not that that would've made it okay, but at least that shows remorse. dude didn't say shit to me. I swear to God, after he threw that beer bottle, i wasn't mad about the beer anymore, i honestly felt lucky to be alive. As we continued to play, he made some comment about changing the rules a shit-ton, as a joke to see just how scared i was, I replied, "whatever you fuckin want man. I don't give a shit. I'm not trying to die tonight." and he just laughed.
Man, i'm trippin balls over this shit. I mean, I considered him a real good friend of mine, and while he likes to flex his ego and basically convey the message "i'm bigger and stronger than you, so i can mess with you as much as i want cause you're my friend and you won't get offended. by the way, i'm bigger and stronger than you," but he's never thrown a beer bottle at someone's head. and it wasn't like he was throwin a beer bottle at a shitty band at a bar like in the movies, that shit was on a LINE, like a catcher trying to throw out a baserunner at second base. Dude tried to fucking kill me.
Alright, i'm rambling now, so i'm gonna stop, but shit man, I have no idea what i'm supposed to do. How do you handle the fact that one of your best friends just tried to kill you?
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