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pokkeherrie · 10.17.2010, 12:14 AM

Tonight was supposed to be a quiet night. Most of my friends had stuff happening so just me and my best friend Roy were going to meet for a few beers. We watched our favourite football team Feyenoord get into deeper trouble than they already are and then were pretty drunk and decided to go to the bowling centre across the road from him... clearly some drunken bad decision making. I was having trouble throwing the balls in a straight line and lost 3 games and won 1. More beers were had and then finally we decided to take a cab into town. We were really quite drunk around this time, which must have been around 1:30 am.

The cab drops us off and once we discover we are low on cash we go straight to the nearest ATM, which happens to be right opposite of my workplace. We're queueing up and there's a couple of guys aged 19-20 standing before us in line. One of them is obviously fairly intoxicated, a bottle of whisky sticking out of his inner pocket. The other (let's call him fuckface) is begging for cigarettes in the most annoying way you could imagine. He doesn't seem to accept no for an answer and keeps hanging around the ATM when the guy behind him wants to withdraw money. The guy doesn't want him to be around while he's getting his money, and leaves when fuckface doesn't back off. My friend is next in line and tries to get him to keep distance as well, but fuckface stays put and starts text messaging someone. My friend decides to go on and I keep an eye on him. I'm next.

I insert my card into the machine, enter my PIN and withdraw 80 euros. My card comes out, I put it back into my wallet and while I'm doing so fuckface jumps from behind and grabs my money. My friend notices this right away and grabs fuckface while standing in between fuckface and fuckface's friends arriving (who he's probably just text messaged to come over) enabling me to grab my money back, push fuckface against the wall and cover my friends back. We try to retreat, but with fuckface's friends arriving there now 4 guys surrounding us trying to attack us. We're in some serious shit. Suddenly I'm completely sober, it must be the adrenaline (survival instinct?) that is taking hold of me. I grab the first guy attacking me and manage to throw him over the bonnet of a nearby car. Number two (aka fuckface) is approaching me, but gets delayed when my friend hits him on the back of his head. I try to take out number 1 by hitting him in the face and throw him on the ground. I walk back on the road trying to back off, but see my friend is busy fighting two of them so there's no choice but getting back into the fight. I jump on one of them from behind, get hit by the other one and we end up falling to the ground, struggling.

I'm now wrestling fuckface on the ground, hitting him everywhere I can when one of his friends kicks me in the face. Ouch. I manage to get up, kick fuckface in his face (to keep him down) and am wrestling the dude who just kicked me, when we are grabbed in the back by a third person. "Police! Put your hands against the wall, both of you!". I oblige. Fuckface does not. The officer is wrestling him while his partner is chasing one of the dudes trying to get away.

I'm a spectator now. I look at my hands. One of them is bleeding from when I fell to the ground. The other is holding fuckface's shoe. I touch my face and it's bleeding as well from receiving a kick between the eyes. Within 90 seconds there are 5 police cars/vans, over 15 police officers (with dogs even) and a crowd of around 100-150 people watching the spectacle. Did this really happen?

Fuckface is being held by the police, me and my friend are praising each other for sticking up for the other. Fuckface is violently resisting his arrest while his friends are desperately looking for his missing shoe (which is now hidden underneath my jacket). Me and my friend are pissing ourselves with laughter as fuckface is going absolutely bezerk about not getting his shoe back. First he's yelling, then he's screaming and finally he's squealing like a pig with no less than 4-5 police guys sitting on top of him. Eventually it takes more than 6 to finally drag him into their van. For a minute I think about dropping his shoe into the nearest bin, but unfortunately the nice guy in me takes over and I give it to one of the policemen. While I'm typing this I really regret doing so. He was trying to rob me, the least I could have done was rob him of one of his shoes! Damn! I also really regret not hitting the guys I managed to hit harder than I did. Gosh, I'm such a pussy when it comes to fighting.

Cops took down our names and details and we have to go file a report some time later this week. We continued our way but somehow neither of us managed to get back into that Saturday night state of mind we had earlier that night.

10.17.2010, 12:14 AM	#1
pokkeherrie invito al cielo Join Date: Mar 2006 Posts: 4,289	Tonight was supposed to be a quiet night. Most of my friends had stuff happening so just me and my best friend Roy were going to meet for a few beers. We watched our favourite football team Feyenoord get into deeper trouble than they already are and then were pretty drunk and decided to go to the bowling centre across the road from him... clearly some drunken bad decision making. I was having trouble throwing the balls in a straight line and lost 3 games and won 1. More beers were had and then finally we decided to take a cab into town. We were really quite drunk around this time, which must have been around 1:30 am. The cab drops us off and once we discover we are low on cash we go straight to the nearest ATM, which happens to be right opposite of my workplace. We're queueing up and there's a couple of guys aged 19-20 standing before us in line. One of them is obviously fairly intoxicated, a bottle of whisky sticking out of his inner pocket. The other (let's call him fuckface) is begging for cigarettes in the most annoying way you could imagine. He doesn't seem to accept no for an answer and keeps hanging around the ATM when the guy behind him wants to withdraw money. The guy doesn't want him to be around while he's getting his money, and leaves when fuckface doesn't back off. My friend is next in line and tries to get him to keep distance as well, but fuckface stays put and starts text messaging someone. My friend decides to go on and I keep an eye on him. I'm next. I insert my card into the machine, enter my PIN and withdraw 80 euros. My card comes out, I put it back into my wallet and while I'm doing so fuckface jumps from behind and grabs my money. My friend notices this right away and grabs fuckface while standing in between fuckface and fuckface's friends arriving (who he's probably just text messaged to come over) enabling me to grab my money back, push fuckface against the wall and cover my friends back. We try to retreat, but with fuckface's friends arriving there now 4 guys surrounding us trying to attack us. We're in some serious shit. Suddenly I'm completely sober, it must be the adrenaline (survival instinct?) that is taking hold of me. I grab the first guy attacking me and manage to throw him over the bonnet of a nearby car. Number two (aka fuckface) is approaching me, but gets delayed when my friend hits him on the back of his head. I try to take out number 1 by hitting him in the face and throw him on the ground. I walk back on the road trying to back off, but see my friend is busy fighting two of them so there's no choice but getting back into the fight. I jump on one of them from behind, get hit by the other one and we end up falling to the ground, struggling. I'm now wrestling fuckface on the ground, hitting him everywhere I can when one of his friends kicks me in the face. Ouch. I manage to get up, kick fuckface in his face (to keep him down) and am wrestling the dude who just kicked me, when we are grabbed in the back by a third person. "Police! Put your hands against the wall, both of you!". I oblige. Fuckface does not. The officer is wrestling him while his partner is chasing one of the dudes trying to get away. I'm a spectator now. I look at my hands. One of them is bleeding from when I fell to the ground. The other is holding fuckface's shoe. I touch my face and it's bleeding as well from receiving a kick between the eyes. Within 90 seconds there are 5 police cars/vans, over 15 police officers (with dogs even) and a crowd of around 100-150 people watching the spectacle. Did this really happen? Fuckface is being held by the police, me and my friend are praising each other for sticking up for the other. Fuckface is violently resisting his arrest while his friends are desperately looking for his missing shoe (which is now hidden underneath my jacket). Me and my friend are pissing ourselves with laughter as fuckface is going absolutely bezerk about not getting his shoe back. First he's yelling, then he's screaming and finally he's squealing like a pig with no less than 4-5 police guys sitting on top of him. Eventually it takes more than 6 to finally drag him into their van. For a minute I think about dropping his shoe into the nearest bin, but unfortunately the nice guy in me takes over and I give it to one of the policemen. While I'm typing this I really regret doing so. He was trying to rob me, the least I could have done was rob him of one of his shoes! Damn! I also really regret not hitting the guys I managed to hit harder than I did. Gosh, I'm such a pussy when it comes to fighting. Cops took down our names and details and we have to go file a report some time later this week. We continued our way but somehow neither of us managed to get back into that Saturday night state of mind we had earlier that night.
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