Yeah, that's right, another story from Euph and it's ridiculous.
I was just telling an employee on Saturday how things were going pretty normal for me lately. I was just going out to bars with friends, drinking, playing darts and returning home without any problems.
And then Sunday happened.
So I get a call from my roommate, Kevin, around 8pm asking me to go over and meet him at the bar next door to our apt so I went over and had a couple of drinks and we played darts for awhile and just had a good time. At around 1030, Kevin was pretty drunk already and we met up with my friend Chad and two of his friends I didn't know and they agreed to give us a ride down to the bars.
So we arrive a few minutes later and we're all just having a good time drinking and socializing. At some point in the night, Chad's friend Susan meets up with us (I had never met her before) and she starts playing darts with us. By the time 130am hit I was really hammered and so was everyone else as far as I could tell. Susan began making out with me and then making out with Chad (just going back and forth). Then she put her arms around us and said she wanted both of us. I looked around for Kevin and didn't see him and I just assumed he had driven home (since he always takes his car out, not thinking he had arrived with us).
So Chad, Susan and I come back here and go into my room (I thought Kevin was asleep in his room) and things begin to get pretty crazy and wild. All of a sudden I hear Kevin in the next room just going insane. He was screaming, cursing, pretty much on some kind of crazy rampage, saying things like, "I'm gonna kill somebody! Where's my knife? I've danced with the devil and it ain't pretty! Hear comes the wrath of the Lord!"
And I mean, he is fucking loud as fuck. Keep in mind its after 2am by this time. So Susan jumps out of my bed and starts getting clothes on and darts out of the room and I get up after her. Chad also scrambled to the door. Now I have another roommate who is my brother, Eric, and my other brother, Pete, was sleeping on the couch and by this time they have both woken up and are on their feet.
And I just snapped. I mean, I literally lost all fucking control. I stormed out of my room and saw Eric standing in the entrance, blocking my way, yelling over at Kevin to calm down and motioning for me to stay in my room. I scream out, "Where the fuck is he?" And I charged towards Eric (who has me by 30 lbs) and he put up a stance to keep me back. Kevin was standing not far behind him and it was just Eric and a chair separating us. I lunged at him and Eric's doing all he can to hold me back but I was out of fucking control, flailing my arms swinging out towards Kevin, screaming shit at the top of my lungs like, "Get the fuck out you motherfucker! I want you out of this fucking place you fucker! Pack your fucking shit and get the fuck out!"
And he's yelling shit at me and trying to jab his hands at me while also trying to block my flailing arms that are getting around Eric. Despite Eric's bigger size, I was pushing him back enough that he finally decided he was going to have to pick me up off the ground and carry me back into my room to keep me from going after Kevin. When he picked me up, he pinned my arms so I couldn't flail my arms and I just squirmed as hard as I could trying to break free.
He sets me down and I just start screaming and drilled my fist into my wall (through my 8 mile poster and drywall). Pete came over to calm me down while Eric went over to Kevin and yelled for him to get in his fucking room because he'd had enough and if either of us fucked around he was gonna put us both down.
Finally, after about half an hour, Eric and Pete were able to calm me down. Kevin woke me up the next day crying and shaking profoundly, apologizing over and over for sticking his nose in my business. I accepted his apology and also apologized to him for losing control. We agreed to talk later that night and we did for about two hours and got a lot of issues out on the table. He's on anti-depressants, is diabetic and probably had about 6 double Captain and Cokes, not to mention he was very upset about some issues in his personal life as well as some issues around the apt that had to do with me and my brother. So we're working on those and hopefully there wont' be any further blowups. He does have issues, though and I told him he should talk to someone about them.
Also, he walked home (I had thought he drove) and I guess our cab passed him and he was mad that we didn't stop to pick him up. Of course, we didn't see him. It was dark and late and we were drunk in the cab.
All I know is that I've never been that angry in my life, not even close. I completely, absolutely lost all control. I called my two brothers to apologize, I'm thinking of calling the neighbors too because there's no way in hell they didn't wake up. I'm so glad Eric was there because otherwise we probably would have pummeled the fuck out of each other and the police would have come and arrested us. I was fully prepared to start grabbing all the shit in his room and just start flinging it over the fucking balcony. It was bad.
I was just telling an employee on Saturday how things were going pretty normal for me lately. I was just going out to bars with friends, drinking, playing darts and returning home without any problems.
And then Sunday happened.
So I get a call from my roommate, Kevin, around 8pm asking me to go over and meet him at the bar next door to our apt so I went over and had a couple of drinks and we played darts for awhile and just had a good time. At around 1030, Kevin was pretty drunk already and we met up with my friend Chad and two of his friends I didn't know and they agreed to give us a ride down to the bars.
So we arrive a few minutes later and we're all just having a good time drinking and socializing. At some point in the night, Chad's friend Susan meets up with us (I had never met her before) and she starts playing darts with us. By the time 130am hit I was really hammered and so was everyone else as far as I could tell. Susan began making out with me and then making out with Chad (just going back and forth). Then she put her arms around us and said she wanted both of us. I looked around for Kevin and didn't see him and I just assumed he had driven home (since he always takes his car out, not thinking he had arrived with us).
So Chad, Susan and I come back here and go into my room (I thought Kevin was asleep in his room) and things begin to get pretty crazy and wild. All of a sudden I hear Kevin in the next room just going insane. He was screaming, cursing, pretty much on some kind of crazy rampage, saying things like, "I'm gonna kill somebody! Where's my knife? I've danced with the devil and it ain't pretty! Hear comes the wrath of the Lord!"
And I mean, he is fucking loud as fuck. Keep in mind its after 2am by this time. So Susan jumps out of my bed and starts getting clothes on and darts out of the room and I get up after her. Chad also scrambled to the door. Now I have another roommate who is my brother, Eric, and my other brother, Pete, was sleeping on the couch and by this time they have both woken up and are on their feet.
And I just snapped. I mean, I literally lost all fucking control. I stormed out of my room and saw Eric standing in the entrance, blocking my way, yelling over at Kevin to calm down and motioning for me to stay in my room. I scream out, "Where the fuck is he?" And I charged towards Eric (who has me by 30 lbs) and he put up a stance to keep me back. Kevin was standing not far behind him and it was just Eric and a chair separating us. I lunged at him and Eric's doing all he can to hold me back but I was out of fucking control, flailing my arms swinging out towards Kevin, screaming shit at the top of my lungs like, "Get the fuck out you motherfucker! I want you out of this fucking place you fucker! Pack your fucking shit and get the fuck out!"
And he's yelling shit at me and trying to jab his hands at me while also trying to block my flailing arms that are getting around Eric. Despite Eric's bigger size, I was pushing him back enough that he finally decided he was going to have to pick me up off the ground and carry me back into my room to keep me from going after Kevin. When he picked me up, he pinned my arms so I couldn't flail my arms and I just squirmed as hard as I could trying to break free.
He sets me down and I just start screaming and drilled my fist into my wall (through my 8 mile poster and drywall). Pete came over to calm me down while Eric went over to Kevin and yelled for him to get in his fucking room because he'd had enough and if either of us fucked around he was gonna put us both down.
Finally, after about half an hour, Eric and Pete were able to calm me down. Kevin woke me up the next day crying and shaking profoundly, apologizing over and over for sticking his nose in my business. I accepted his apology and also apologized to him for losing control. We agreed to talk later that night and we did for about two hours and got a lot of issues out on the table. He's on anti-depressants, is diabetic and probably had about 6 double Captain and Cokes, not to mention he was very upset about some issues in his personal life as well as some issues around the apt that had to do with me and my brother. So we're working on those and hopefully there wont' be any further blowups. He does have issues, though and I told him he should talk to someone about them.
Also, he walked home (I had thought he drove) and I guess our cab passed him and he was mad that we didn't stop to pick him up. Of course, we didn't see him. It was dark and late and we were drunk in the cab.
All I know is that I've never been that angry in my life, not even close. I completely, absolutely lost all control. I called my two brothers to apologize, I'm thinking of calling the neighbors too because there's no way in hell they didn't wake up. I'm so glad Eric was there because otherwise we probably would have pummeled the fuck out of each other and the police would have come and arrested us. I was fully prepared to start grabbing all the shit in his room and just start flinging it over the fucking balcony. It was bad.
