Man, these last few days have been eventful as hell. Wouldn't you know that as soon as I'm relieved of my cough and congestion that every single other person in my house gets sick, worse sick too, at least I only had a cough and excess snot, my sister starting puking everywhere. So yeah, I've pretty much avoided this house like the plague for the last few days because I'm not getting sick again and it seems like things are getting better, my room mates are back to work and even my sister would be back at school today if she didn't have to have her wisdom teeth out so that's good.
Still, I don't think I would've even came by today if I hadn't been jumped. That's in interesting story for you. I've never been jumped before, hell, the last fight I was in was a few years ago but this pisses me off. Like I was just out skateboarding down the riverfront trail and when I went underneath the bridge I must have been zoning into my music or something but I got sucker punched hard, and I didn't even see anyone behind me. Fortunately I have good balance and I didn't quite eat shit but I was instant pissed and as I stumbled off my board I hurriedly looked around and my attacker was some retard wearing a gas mask. Who the fuck does that? Hides out jumping people in a stupid gas mask? I didn't ask any questions, hell everything that happened probably only took a few minutes to transpire but for me it was like slow motion. I launched myself towards him along with calling him pretty much every vulgarity I could think of. I ran full on sprint toward him and he just stood there, and as soon as I got within arms reach I faked a punch toward his head and instead drove my fist up into his stomach as hard as I could and I must have winded him because he instantly bent over with a groan, I didn't wait as he bent over, I gripped his shoulders and brought my knee up to his face/ mask as hard as I could which knocked it off and before he could fall I picked him up and slammed him down on the pavement as hard as I could. I was so pissed that I don't even know why I did what I did but I flipped him over to lay on his stomach, grabbed both of his arms, stepped on his back and pulled them back at impossible angles to break them and I remember laughing as the man screamed. Even now as I think about it I don't care about what I did, who knows he would've done to me? Or someone else less able? I didn't call him an ambulance either. I would've if he had told me his name or why he wanted to jump me but all he kept saying was, "Embrace the Archangel" and that "He was going to kill me.." blah blah blah, honestly, when he told me he was going to kill me I almost snapped and finished him, it took every ounce of control I had to stop punching him before I gave him too much internal bleeding. Amazingly he was still conscious as I went to leave but to be fair he could only babble about his Archangel or whatever, I'm assuming its a gang he's a part of or some shit but before I walked away I leaned in close and said, "I am the Angel of Death. Your Archangel is but a joke to me. If we ever meet, he will embrace death."
So, I'm hoping things are gonna start looking up here now that everyone's feeling better, I can come back home and sleep in my own bed, go back to gaming Dead Space 2 again. I need to buy a new skateboard though because I guess I forgot it under that bridge, I might take a stroll down that way and take a look later on the off chance that its still down there and nobody passed it and decided they wanted a free skate. We'll see though because I have a date tonight and I think I'm just gonna relax and smoke a few bongs so to any readers out there, smoke em' if you got em'. Cheers :D
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