As some of you know, John U came to visit me this weekend. He came down Thursday evening and I took him to a local club along with my roommate and some friends. On Friday, we hung out and a huge group of us saw American Pie 2 (HILARIOUS!). Saturday, a few of us hit the beach. Saturday night, some friends of mine were throwing a party. John had 15-16 shots, two cups of beer and was stumbling around with a smile on his face. I was chilling the whole night. Well, about 3 a.m., I’m about to leave when someone says that my friends are in a fight outside. I say to her that those guys aren’t my friends. But then she says my brother is over there. And then I see some of my friends. So John and I run over to see what’s up.
It seems as though three little punks that showed up at the party decided they were going to break into a couple of my friend’s cars and try to steal their stereos. And a few of my other friends had seen what was up and confronted them. Now, these three kids were highly outnumbered and outsized. But they picked up some weapons on their way out the garage.
My brother knew one of these guys and had invited him. And he held my friend Bobby back from beating his ass. But the rest of us were pissed. So someone called the cops. Then we tell them they aren't welcome and to haul ass. They start walking off when my friend Marcus says, "Fuck this. This is personal." And he starts walking after them. So me, Marcus, Bobby and Ben start walking after them. We are at the end of the street, they get confronted (weapons in hand) and say they don't want any trouble. Another friend of mine shows up, says "What the hell is going on? Who tried to steal shit?" When we tell him who was doing it, he pushed the one kid almost on his face. The kid turns around says some shit about killing all of us, blah, blah, blah. His friend drops the weapon while his other friend restrains the one kid. Well, I go to pick up the weapon to make sure we know where it's at and to bring it back to the house. By then, the cops show up, see the weapon in my hand, order me to drop it (guns drawn) and to lay face down on the street. Everyone else is ordered to get on the sidewalk while I get searched and explain to the cop what happened. John had walked down the street by now along with a bunch of other people from the party...so they got to see me (the only non-drinking, non-trouble causing guy) sprawled out across the street. But in the end, it was all good as we had the kid arrested. And John and I finally got home around 4:30 a.m.
The interesting thing is that the kid was just released from jail that very day after serving time for stealing car stereos. What a dumbass. This kid is only 18 years old. Total punk, hanging out with 15- and 16-year old punks who are total white trash and wannabe gangsters. It's really sad. Needless to say, my brother was sorry and thought he knew this kid better. Guess he found out the hard way. Luckily, he was one of the first people that saw his "friend" trying to steal the stereos. So once he started yelling, we all came out and handled the situation.
After a major hangover from most of the people at the party, we finally managed to make it to the springs Sunday afternoon. We had a great time on the Ichetucknee, swimming, playing and having fun. Now it’s time to grill up some goods at my friend’s house. Then John and I will chill out and call it a weekend. John will had to Atlanta tomorrow, as I drag my ass to work. All in all, it’s been a fun weekend with a few surprises. Oh yeah, be sure to ask John about the girl who hit on him at the party!