He Punched Me in the Face!
It was September 1998, I was a Sophomore in High School and there was a non-formal dance the school put on. There was always a big party after this dance that basically the whole school would attend.
The year before, when I was a Freshman, we went to the after party with some older girls that knew my brother and I saw my brother’s friend having sex with a Sophomore girl against a tree in front of everyone. It was crazy, and probably a precursor to the things I would see in the next several years. Fast forward to the story at hand.
A friend of mine lived down the street from me, he was that friend whose parents had split up and his mother let him do whatever he wanted. He was nice, looking back I can see he was troubled, but he never had bad intentions. He was also the friend that had BB Guns, Tazers, Knives, nightsticks, brass knuckles, you name it he had it. He even had a gun! Well, me and my best friend decided to meet up at this kid’s house before the big dance so we can get a little buzzed. During this time, Somas (a pain killer) were a big hit in our high school so we would drink a few beers and take some Somas to get us started. Did I mention we were all 14 and 15? Yep, I was15 years old, and my best friend/partner in crime (no pun intended) was 14, and the kid whose house it belonged to was also 15. Luckily, we had some older friends who would drive us around so as you can see it was a perfect cocktale for pandemonium.
We go to the dance, and as always, had to act somewhat cool as our school threatened to breathalyze people if they were acting out of hand. We only went because I guess at the time it was the cool thing to do, show up and see classmates, and tell them what party you were going to. That night, the same guy who had the big party the year before, was having another one. We decided to go, and hung out for quite a while drinking there free keg. You see, I am a firm believer that God is the best writer, and only he can plan stories like this. Everything I have told, and will continue to tell is 100% true.
When we get to the party, the girl who got banged in front of everyone the year before, was hitting on my best friend. They were making out and hooking up, and the things were boiling. So, she decided to take a smaller party back to her house. She also decided to drive my best friend and me while my other friends followed us. Mind you, we are all drunk and 14 – 16 years old. My best friend, constantly referred to as the Hyena (for his ravenous approach to girls), decides to start fingering the girl while she is driving us to her house. She clearly is a poster child for teenage girl reform everywhere and he clearly had to quench his Hyena thirst. I sat patiently in the back seat, somewhat awkward, until we got to her apartment. Guess what, her parents weren’t home either. When we arrive at the house, my best friend and the girl go straight into a room to study the bible I am sure of it. The rest of us continued to drink. Some time went by, and my friend and the girl came out and they went their separate ways. By this time, the crowd looked like this: myself, a few girls, my friend with the arsenal, my friend who just did dirty things with the girl, the son of a local strip club owner, and a few of his friends. Oh, and did I mention that someone invited the girl’s creepy neighbor to hang out. Yep, here comes balding mid 40’s, mid life crisis, typical Vegas trash, coming to hang out with teens that are drinking. Clearly he was not a law major, but I guess we weren’t either. The specifics get a little hazy, but for some reason Baldy did not like me. Out of nowhere, he decides to punch me in the face. Now, being the man that I am, had I been sober I am sure I would have kicked his ass because I am a total bad ass but instead I immediately shouted: “He punched me in the face!” “ He punched me!”
I am rather proud looking back. At the bottom of my stairs was the friend with all the weapons at home, and tonight it appeared that he brought one. I see him run up the stairs with brass knuckles in his hands, and he clocks the guy in the back of the head. As this is happening, I start to grow some balls, and decide to pull out a knife in my pocket that I had taken from this friend earlier. Two of the girls held me back though so I could not get loose. My friend pushes the guy inside the apartment, and the son of the strip club owner and his best friend start to beat the shit out of this guy. By the time I get loose from the girls I walk through the door, and the guys are breaking bottles over his head and smashing pots and pans on him. With all the commotion the TV falls over and breaks. I immediately freeze because there is blood everywhere, and its pretty fucking horrific, and its total fucking pandemonium, shouting, things breaking, girls screaming, etc. Then I pan to my right, and the midst of all of this madness, my friend who was with the girl in the room is sleeping on the fucking couch! Totally fucking passed out! He had this uncanny ability to sleep anywhere, and apparently though anything. I really admire that skill, but anyways. By this time it was time to get the fuck out of there. I ran over to my friend and wake his ass up, I almost had to carry him like he was my Whitney Houston. We all bolt out of there, and get into one of the cars and as the brass knuckles carrier gets to the car he decides to punch out someone’s window and laugh. It was the perfect ending to so much madness, more destruction and more lack of though behind it.
We got in the car, blew off that post fight, "oh my god did you see it when I did that, and when I did this, and when I just screamed he hit me" steam. We all got dropped off at our houses, went to bed, and carried on. I never felt bad about it, never thought it was odd, never thought it was crazy, until I left Vegas when I got older and started looking back. Now, 2 of the guys in that crew are dead, they both overdosed on drugs before they were 22-23. I look back now and think its absolutely nuts that 14 – 16 year olds did such crazy shit. I have a love/hate relationship with Vegas, and this is what it was like growing up in Vegas.
The year before, when I was a Freshman, we went to the after party with some older girls that knew my brother and I saw my brother’s friend having sex with a Sophomore girl against a tree in front of everyone. It was crazy, and probably a precursor to the things I would see in the next several years. Fast forward to the story at hand.
A friend of mine lived down the street from me, he was that friend whose parents had split up and his mother let him do whatever he wanted. He was nice, looking back I can see he was troubled, but he never had bad intentions. He was also the friend that had BB Guns, Tazers, Knives, nightsticks, brass knuckles, you name it he had it. He even had a gun! Well, me and my best friend decided to meet up at this kid’s house before the big dance so we can get a little buzzed. During this time, Somas (a pain killer) were a big hit in our high school so we would drink a few beers and take some Somas to get us started. Did I mention we were all 14 and 15? Yep, I was15 years old, and my best friend/partner in crime (no pun intended) was 14, and the kid whose house it belonged to was also 15. Luckily, we had some older friends who would drive us around so as you can see it was a perfect cocktale for pandemonium.
We go to the dance, and as always, had to act somewhat cool as our school threatened to breathalyze people if they were acting out of hand. We only went because I guess at the time it was the cool thing to do, show up and see classmates, and tell them what party you were going to. That night, the same guy who had the big party the year before, was having another one. We decided to go, and hung out for quite a while drinking there free keg. You see, I am a firm believer that God is the best writer, and only he can plan stories like this. Everything I have told, and will continue to tell is 100% true.
When we get to the party, the girl who got banged in front of everyone the year before, was hitting on my best friend. They were making out and hooking up, and the things were boiling. So, she decided to take a smaller party back to her house. She also decided to drive my best friend and me while my other friends followed us. Mind you, we are all drunk and 14 – 16 years old. My best friend, constantly referred to as the Hyena (for his ravenous approach to girls), decides to start fingering the girl while she is driving us to her house. She clearly is a poster child for teenage girl reform everywhere and he clearly had to quench his Hyena thirst. I sat patiently in the back seat, somewhat awkward, until we got to her apartment. Guess what, her parents weren’t home either. When we arrive at the house, my best friend and the girl go straight into a room to study the bible I am sure of it. The rest of us continued to drink. Some time went by, and my friend and the girl came out and they went their separate ways. By this time, the crowd looked like this: myself, a few girls, my friend with the arsenal, my friend who just did dirty things with the girl, the son of a local strip club owner, and a few of his friends. Oh, and did I mention that someone invited the girl’s creepy neighbor to hang out. Yep, here comes balding mid 40’s, mid life crisis, typical Vegas trash, coming to hang out with teens that are drinking. Clearly he was not a law major, but I guess we weren’t either. The specifics get a little hazy, but for some reason Baldy did not like me. Out of nowhere, he decides to punch me in the face. Now, being the man that I am, had I been sober I am sure I would have kicked his ass because I am a total bad ass but instead I immediately shouted: “He punched me in the face!” “ He punched me!”
I am rather proud looking back. At the bottom of my stairs was the friend with all the weapons at home, and tonight it appeared that he brought one. I see him run up the stairs with brass knuckles in his hands, and he clocks the guy in the back of the head. As this is happening, I start to grow some balls, and decide to pull out a knife in my pocket that I had taken from this friend earlier. Two of the girls held me back though so I could not get loose. My friend pushes the guy inside the apartment, and the son of the strip club owner and his best friend start to beat the shit out of this guy. By the time I get loose from the girls I walk through the door, and the guys are breaking bottles over his head and smashing pots and pans on him. With all the commotion the TV falls over and breaks. I immediately freeze because there is blood everywhere, and its pretty fucking horrific, and its total fucking pandemonium, shouting, things breaking, girls screaming, etc. Then I pan to my right, and the midst of all of this madness, my friend who was with the girl in the room is sleeping on the fucking couch! Totally fucking passed out! He had this uncanny ability to sleep anywhere, and apparently though anything. I really admire that skill, but anyways. By this time it was time to get the fuck out of there. I ran over to my friend and wake his ass up, I almost had to carry him like he was my Whitney Houston. We all bolt out of there, and get into one of the cars and as the brass knuckles carrier gets to the car he decides to punch out someone’s window and laugh. It was the perfect ending to so much madness, more destruction and more lack of though behind it.
We got in the car, blew off that post fight, "oh my god did you see it when I did that, and when I did this, and when I just screamed he hit me" steam. We all got dropped off at our houses, went to bed, and carried on. I never felt bad about it, never thought it was odd, never thought it was crazy, until I left Vegas when I got older and started looking back. Now, 2 of the guys in that crew are dead, they both overdosed on drugs before they were 22-23. I look back now and think its absolutely nuts that 14 – 16 year olds did such crazy shit. I have a love/hate relationship with Vegas, and this is what it was like growing up in Vegas.
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