Alright, just got home, its about three where I'm at.
Anyways, I thought this would be a fun story for you guys to read and laugh about.
Mi amigo's girlfriend threw some huge party at her house. She lives up in roseville. In granite bay I think. So nice neighborhood and nice big houses with pools.
Anyways, I'm doing my thing, practicing talking and starting conversations with everyone i see, just trying to get more social y'know?
Anyways, my friend Carlos rushes up to me in mid conversation about MMA, grabs my arm and starts yelling in spanish, basically telling me that one of my friends who brought me is getting into a fight outside.
The stuff parties are made of.
So I rush outside and there's the classic ring of people staring at two wrestling combatants who are just slamming each other into the driveway concrete and punching wildly.
The thing you should know about my friend is that he's a small guy, muy pequeno. Skinny, quick but not exactly on the strength side. So obviously, against a puffed up prep with inflated muscles, he's losing.
I know against the man code, or so I'm told, but I have to step in. My friend is getting wailed on and I'm pretty sure we're the only two minorities at the party besides Carlos. I may have I limp but I can still throw a solid muy thai knee.
So I limp in and before the prep's friends can grab me, I land a harsh blow to the side of the guys head. Spasms ensure when i connect with his temple. He topples over and my friend scrambles out from him, yells "duck!" and I'm taken down in a flash of green polo and calvin klein jeans.
I get the **** kicked outta me before they pull them off and everyone goes back to party. We teenagers have the shortest attention spans EVER.
Everyone, apparently, thinks I'm the biggest ***** for stepping in, and so far, only my two friends are with me.
So, was I wrong in getting involved in the fight, or should I have stayed the hell out?
Anyways, I thought this would be a fun story for you guys to read and laugh about.
Mi amigo's girlfriend threw some huge party at her house. She lives up in roseville. In granite bay I think. So nice neighborhood and nice big houses with pools.
Anyways, I'm doing my thing, practicing talking and starting conversations with everyone i see, just trying to get more social y'know?
Anyways, my friend Carlos rushes up to me in mid conversation about MMA, grabs my arm and starts yelling in spanish, basically telling me that one of my friends who brought me is getting into a fight outside.
The stuff parties are made of.
So I rush outside and there's the classic ring of people staring at two wrestling combatants who are just slamming each other into the driveway concrete and punching wildly.
The thing you should know about my friend is that he's a small guy, muy pequeno. Skinny, quick but not exactly on the strength side. So obviously, against a puffed up prep with inflated muscles, he's losing.
I know against the man code, or so I'm told, but I have to step in. My friend is getting wailed on and I'm pretty sure we're the only two minorities at the party besides Carlos. I may have I limp but I can still throw a solid muy thai knee.
So I limp in and before the prep's friends can grab me, I land a harsh blow to the side of the guys head. Spasms ensure when i connect with his temple. He topples over and my friend scrambles out from him, yells "duck!" and I'm taken down in a flash of green polo and calvin klein jeans.
I get the **** kicked outta me before they pull them off and everyone goes back to party. We teenagers have the shortest attention spans EVER.
Everyone, apparently, thinks I'm the biggest ***** for stepping in, and so far, only my two friends are with me.
So, was I wrong in getting involved in the fight, or should I have stayed the hell out?