I have been a bit shaken up over the last 12 hours or so... twice over.
I got home from work yesterday evening and I received a phone call from a good mate from my past... the old suburbs where I lived a couple of years ago. One of my best mates has been suddenly overcome with a virus... I haven't had the chance to contact his parents to find out the situation yet, but the impressions I was given from our mutual friend was that it was quite serious - only one in a million people are afflicted with the condition, and he is in intensive care in St. Vincent's Hospital.
I informed them that it was past 12.00pm, so they had better not be playing April fools joke on me, because I really love this guy... he is one of those people that fate decided he was going to be in my life in some capacity. He is a couple years younger than me, and we first met at a house party about 5 years ago... We became close friends pretty much straight away. It was then I learned his older sister was going out with one of my close friends from primary school! A few months later when I started going out with my ex, I also learned they used to be next door neighbours... and to put the icing on the cake, he is now in a relationship with one of my previous ex's younger sisters.
I will be devastated if he doesn't pull through... Its really weird, because he would have to be one of the fittest young guys I know, not too far away from playing elite level AFL football... so yeah, I am shaken at how fragile life can be... If it is a joke, I swear I will murder Shawn...
Other than that, I was also almost assaulted by a Heroin Junkie last night... I have never been so scared in my entire life. I am over it now, but the moment was intense, and my heart is beating just recollecting the event.
We went out for dinner for Adrian's birthday, and it was fantastic, had a most pleasant meal, and a few drinks, so upon departure, I was in a most jovial of moods. We arrived to Russel St - where Adrian's car was parked. Russel St is notorious for Junkies, but usually you can keep to yourself, and they aren't a problem at all other than a despicable eyesore... and they definitely aren't a problem when you are out with about 6 guys. We were laughing and joking on the corner as 'Jovial' guys do... and the word Fag was mentioned in jest... this weirdo walking by proclaims 'their are plenty of fags in Melbourne' and we just looked at him, said nothing, and thought to ourselves... wtf was that? and continued our conversation.
Approximately two minutes later he came back around the corner and asked if we called him a faggot... We were at a loss as to what his game was... I was the closest to the corner, so he made eye contact with me... I am not one to shirk a confrontation, but Russel St isn't exactly the most desirable place for fisticuffs. I just told him to keep on walking, he is nothing to us, and we weren't even talking about him, so continue on your merry way...
This is when I realised he was wasted on smack or something, because he approached me and started sprouting things like "have you ever been done over by a smacky on Russel St?" and "I have allot of friends over the road" I probably made the situation worse by saying he was trash to me, and he should mind his own business and not sully my evening, and he got this weird look in his eye and put his hand in his pocket like he was grasping something...
Chances are it was nothing, but you don't take that chance on Russel St with a smacky, who has the audacity to take on 7 guys on a street corner. I was certain he had a syringe, and I backed up substantially... I told him to take his hand out of his pocket, and to not be stupid... The whole time my brother and Linas were standing 30cm behind him over his shoulder, so I was reassured, if he had pulled something out, he was pretty much finished before he could lay a hand on me, at any rate, I would rather avoid the confrontation and not get any junkies blood on my jeans.
Another one of our friends was driving past, and saw what was going down, they piled out of their car as well, so this Junkie now had the prospect of 12 dudes taking him down if he tried anything... he wised up pretty quickly, turned around, and before I knew it, he was out of sight. About 30 seconds after that, the police rolled around and had seen the altercation from down the street... We walked straight to the police car, told them what happened, except that we thought he had a gun... They speed off, and we saw him apprehended up the road... As always, the last laugh was reserved for me.
I was actually really shaken though... Any guy will know what I am saying... I am proud of myself and my friends for not kicking the bejesus out of this dude, when it was quite clear that if we choose that course of action, my brother would probably be in jail and we would have a black mark against our names. I think the best outcome was achieved, however, I still have a desire to knock this guy the fu%k out if I ever see him again...
Yeah, so, the adrenalin was pumping, and I was on edge, so we got home, and I proceeded to smoke copious amounts of weed... as I said, my heart is still thumping, and I need to relax... I wonder what this weekend has in store for the Mug Man...
Thanks for reading guys.
BAM!!!