The truth will get you high. It's been seven years since it happened. I'm not sure because I don't keep track... maybe 5 or 6. I rollerbladed over the bridge and cops picked me up and gave me a ride to the side of the beach. Cruising the coast was always a balance of wild and clean fun. Muscle cars, hotrods and bikes everywhere which clearly I'd only enjoyed once, there wouldn't be any enjoyment this time. I tried to get her in the car because she was slurring her speech and didn't have a grip. There were two or three older guys talking about taking her to their camper trailer and I tried to interject and was immediately met with hostile opposition. As I got her into the car I got in and as I sat down a guy was getting her out. I stood up out of the driver's seat and looked head to toe at a a guy that easily outweighed me by 50 lbs. I knew what was happening and I knew what was about to come and I had a choice. In a fight or flight situation time begins to slow down and eventually when you have been put into this situation enough times, your heart no longer races and you can actually slow your heart rate and your breathing to be completely present in the moment. "If the universe is infinite and time has no beginning or end then each moment is eternal." Straight to the temple.
I looked at the guy and said what I have said so many times in the past, "Are you sure you want to do this?" Before there was a word spoken I knew to strike first and get the upper hand as fast as possible. I dropped him with a strike to the temple and found myself in the mix of at least 5-10 more guys . Someone left with broken ribs and maybe 8 or more stitches in their head. Not me, I may have done that, maybe not but my face was already split and was being held down while some dumb taco eating piece of shit skipped across the parking lot to land his fist into my teeth. There was blood everywhere, my blood, thier blood, does it matter, was it worth it? You can't save everyone.
I bled all over the ground, I have been here before, shattered jaw for trying to help a female, trying to do what was right and speak the truth, that was me. With blood dripping out of my mouth I walked to him and spit in his face and said, "does this make you feel good motherfucker?!" Everyone ran and I stayed out of humor, I knew I wasn't getting arrested for anything. After seeing who I was the cops asked if I needed a ride to the hospital, I got stitched up and left. The next morning I went to bail her out of jail. Possession charges, what else?!
A week or so later another guy broke into the house I had left several hours before, came in with a loaded revolver to kill me. I had just moved out.
I'm still moving and to me, none of this ever happened.
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