Originally posted by: torpid
Originally posted by: jdoggg12
Originally posted by: torpid
It's time to lay off the steroids if you are getting into a fight with your roommate that leads to a 3" gash that bleeds uncontrollably.
Yes, b/c you know what happened. It
had to be a case of me being all roided-out to get in to a fight :roll:
Since you didn't choose to explain it, I can believe whatever I want. I've not gotten into a fist fight with someone in over 15 years, since junior high school basically. I'm finding it hard to think of a scenario where I would get into a fist fight with a roommate.
Fine, you want an explanation ? I'll give you one even though you chose to come off like an arrogant prick.
It was my Jr year in college and my roommates, one in particular were big partiers. That one roommates name is Russ, and he was an old step brother that our parents kind of forced us to move in together. He was a punk, a brawler. He liked to get drunk and be an ass.
Well over the course of the year he threw a lot of parties that resulted in fines from the police for noise violations. I would sometimes stay for the parties, but I quickly started avoiding them so as not to be the one to have to sign for the tickets. I was pretty vocal about keeping the noise down b/c the landlord was getting pissed.
One night I came home around midnight and a party was in full swing. Not 5 minutes after I walked in the police knocked on the door. They asked if i lived there and said yes but that it wasn't my party. They said that since I lived there I would need to sign for the ticket or get the roommate responsible. So i said i'd be right back and i'd get him.
I went to the back of the apartment and told him that he needed to talk to them since it was his party. He refused to open the door and said "You f-ing live here too, you sign for it". At that point I lost it, i wasn't about to eat a $200 ticket b/c he wasn't about to man up. Since we had lived together for several years when we were younger and his mom had been my step mom for a while I said, "Fine, i'll sign for the ticket but i'm calling Gretchen (his mom) right now to let her know that you dropped out of school and are using the money she gives you for it to throw parties - which i'm having to sign tickets for"
That was a mistake. He flew out of his room and tackled me. I was about 160lbs at the time and he was around 260, and he wasn't fat - but he
was drunk, pissed, and scared that mommy might find out she's paying for a college dropout to party and cost his roommates hundreds of dollars.
He surprised me and slammed me back against the wall. Hard. My head hit the corner which is what split my scalp. He tried to choke me out and it was all I could do to break his nose and try to get him off of me. We had rolled to the ground and he was on top of me - the police heard the commotion and hit him over the head with a night stick. It didn't knock him out, but did daze him really bad.
To this day I don't know why I didn't press charges. Maybe b/c of our history... or maybe it was b/c I knew that when he got out he'd seek revenge. The fire dept came b/c there was so much blood and wanted to take me in the ambulance, i decline b/c I didnt need it, i just wanted to get it patched up quick and be done with it, w/o the ridiculous and unnecessary cost of an ambulance.