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I've been accosted by the same group of guys on three seperate occasions now.
It started three weeks ago at a popular bar here in town (where almost all law students, and others, go).
I was outside chatting with an old friend for about 45 minutes. I go back in and there's like a group of 15 guys talking smack to my 'group', of about 15 girls and guys. Turns out they had already hit a couple of my friends (even girls!) in the face with their fists.
So I calmly keep my senses and tell everyone of my group 'we are leaving'. We start exiting.
The other group kind of follows us inside to the exit, but at the exit some more dudes of theirs were standing. So I went last, walking backwards, just talking to them and calming them down. At the exit, I stay a little to give my group the time to already head a parts down the street, I'm chatting with two levelheaded guys of their group, when all of a sudden: BAM suckerpunch from behind one of their heads by a hothead in their group.
This escalates things, it spills out in the street and I just say 'doesn't matter, let them go'. Fine, done. I went home to sleep.
Next day I hear a couple of my friends (who were in my group, but after the incident went for a bite to eat) were assaulted by that same group again that night, 14v3! They got kicked and punched the living hell out of.
Last week again, but then fast forward to last thursday:
Me and my best friend were at a very big event, partying. We know almost everybody so we were just chatting and having a fun time. We leave by 4am, won't you know it!!!!! THERE IS THE GROUP AGAIN. They were outside.
BAM they fly on us, but there were bouncers so this time they were just talking. One of them now was claiming I had hit him in the face with a glass bottle. Which I categorically denied, since I was not enebriated on any of the occasions AND I don't just hit people (more on that later).
So I say to my best friend (and another friend who had joined us by now) to just walk away and let's go home. We are a block further when all of the sudden a couple of dudes fly on us from nowhere. I got suckerpunched in the face again. My friends push him off me, by now the bouncers (who had followed) had them constrained. We just walked off again.
UNTIL! I discover, when I got home, I lost my fucking wallet in the progress: my ID, my studentID, my bankcard, my HealthCarecard, my Book&Textbookcard, various copy machine cards (for various libraries): ALL GONE.
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Now for a little context, before you call me a pussy. Let it be made clear that I do not start fights, nor do I use violence against people or another person unless it is the absolute last measure (which it wasn't in any of these situations).
I've been in martial arts since I was a little kid (Kung Fu, Ki-jutsi) and also kickboxing and muay thai during my teenage years. The last two/three years (due to college) I've only been sporadically sparring with some friends, but I have kept up the strength training part of the regimen.
Suffice to say, if I had unloaded on these fucks, I doubt very much a couple of them would even be able to tell the story now. Which is part of the reason why I always choose to run and not fight, but also because I just am a very reasonable/social guy, I do not enjoy physically hurting other people.
I even have the friendly nickname of 'B.A. Barracus', because I have taken plenty of punches to the face or whatever before and just turned my head back straight and tried talking them out of further violence. (I know how to take a punch, believe you me
)
The reason I am fed up is because, three times now these fuckers have instigated things (and I have a feeling things are going to escalate more), but now that my wallet is seemingly gone, a whole new world of trouble has opened.
Things have been tense with my mother and in college lately, and this has just thrown oil on the fire. These motherfuckers have now made part of my personal life a hell of sorts.
I suspect they will try another thing this week (since my college town is pretty small and most of them are Law students as well and know a lot of people I know) so we are bound to run into each other again.
I plan to go down to the police station tomorrow and file complaint against 'unknown suspects'. Just to have a record and to make sure the previous
things have been documented.
There is just no reasoning with these fucks and they are adamant they saw me 'hit their friend in the face with a glass bottle'. They just refuse to TALK LIKE ADULTS!
The guy I supposedly hit that way is 5'5" and 150lbs at best. Give me a break. I'd have kneed that little fucking oompa loompa in the nose and be done with it, let alone a glass bottle to the face. If that were the case, he wouldn't have been daintily talking smack to me with an unscaved and perfectly smooth face on thursday night, protected by his wall of friends.
Then...when any number of these motherfuckers lay one more finger on me, I'm going to snap and I'm going to fucking town on these sons of bitches. Seriously, there comes a point where I need to draw the LINE!!!!
It started three weeks ago at a popular bar here in town (where almost all law students, and others, go).
I was outside chatting with an old friend for about 45 minutes. I go back in and there's like a group of 15 guys talking smack to my 'group', of about 15 girls and guys. Turns out they had already hit a couple of my friends (even girls!) in the face with their fists.
So I calmly keep my senses and tell everyone of my group 'we are leaving'. We start exiting.
The other group kind of follows us inside to the exit, but at the exit some more dudes of theirs were standing. So I went last, walking backwards, just talking to them and calming them down. At the exit, I stay a little to give my group the time to already head a parts down the street, I'm chatting with two levelheaded guys of their group, when all of a sudden: BAM suckerpunch from behind one of their heads by a hothead in their group.
This escalates things, it spills out in the street and I just say 'doesn't matter, let them go'. Fine, done. I went home to sleep.
Next day I hear a couple of my friends (who were in my group, but after the incident went for a bite to eat) were assaulted by that same group again that night, 14v3! They got kicked and punched the living hell out of.
Last week again, but then fast forward to last thursday:
Me and my best friend were at a very big event, partying. We know almost everybody so we were just chatting and having a fun time. We leave by 4am, won't you know it!!!!! THERE IS THE GROUP AGAIN. They were outside.
BAM they fly on us, but there were bouncers so this time they were just talking. One of them now was claiming I had hit him in the face with a glass bottle. Which I categorically denied, since I was not enebriated on any of the occasions AND I don't just hit people (more on that later).
So I say to my best friend (and another friend who had joined us by now) to just walk away and let's go home. We are a block further when all of the sudden a couple of dudes fly on us from nowhere. I got suckerpunched in the face again. My friends push him off me, by now the bouncers (who had followed) had them constrained. We just walked off again.
UNTIL! I discover, when I got home, I lost my fucking wallet in the progress: my ID, my studentID, my bankcard, my HealthCarecard, my Book&Textbookcard, various copy machine cards (for various libraries): ALL GONE.
-----
Now for a little context, before you call me a pussy. Let it be made clear that I do not start fights, nor do I use violence against people or another person unless it is the absolute last measure (which it wasn't in any of these situations).
I've been in martial arts since I was a little kid (Kung Fu, Ki-jutsi) and also kickboxing and muay thai during my teenage years. The last two/three years (due to college) I've only been sporadically sparring with some friends, but I have kept up the strength training part of the regimen.
Suffice to say, if I had unloaded on these fucks, I doubt very much a couple of them would even be able to tell the story now. Which is part of the reason why I always choose to run and not fight, but also because I just am a very reasonable/social guy, I do not enjoy physically hurting other people.
I even have the friendly nickname of 'B.A. Barracus', because I have taken plenty of punches to the face or whatever before and just turned my head back straight and tried talking them out of further violence. (I know how to take a punch, believe you me
)The reason I am fed up is because, three times now these fuckers have instigated things (and I have a feeling things are going to escalate more), but now that my wallet is seemingly gone, a whole new world of trouble has opened.
Things have been tense with my mother and in college lately, and this has just thrown oil on the fire. These motherfuckers have now made part of my personal life a hell of sorts.
I suspect they will try another thing this week (since my college town is pretty small and most of them are Law students as well and know a lot of people I know) so we are bound to run into each other again.
I plan to go down to the police station tomorrow and file complaint against 'unknown suspects'. Just to have a record and to make sure the previous
things have been documented.
There is just no reasoning with these fucks and they are adamant they saw me 'hit their friend in the face with a glass bottle'. They just refuse to TALK LIKE ADULTS!
The guy I supposedly hit that way is 5'5" and 150lbs at best. Give me a break. I'd have kneed that little fucking oompa loompa in the nose and be done with it, let alone a glass bottle to the face. If that were the case, he wouldn't have been daintily talking smack to me with an unscaved and perfectly smooth face on thursday night, protected by his wall of friends.
Then...when any number of these motherfuckers lay one more finger on me, I'm going to snap and I'm going to fucking town on these sons of bitches. Seriously, there comes a point where I need to draw the LINE!!!!
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