C' mon man, you can' t feed us a line like that and not expect us to ask about it! Spin your yarn!
Alright, you asked for it, I' ll give the background info, but the ending will be graphic, so if you are squimish I suggest you skip it.
It happened about three years ago. During summer vacation I used to go for walks at night (still do) after dark. Often I would go out 10-11pm and come back 2-5 am. I never go anywhere just out for a walk. I live in a town right next to the capital and on a few occasions I' d even walk to the city, and sometimes coming back home only by sun rise.
I' m a night person, I really don' t like being awake during the day at all actually. So during the summer vacation I sleep in the day and stay up all night. I went for the walks as I had nothing to do. Plus I love going outside when it' s dark and everyone is sleeping, so quiet and peaceful.
The town in which I live in and have been living in for the past 16 years I know like the back of my hand, I simply cannot get lost here. However I don' t know all the streets in the city, I only know the landmarks and how to get to the bridges.
The night it happened was one of those rare occassions where I wandered off into the city (Ottawa). The previous time I was in the city actually got lost and had to wait till 6:30ish am so i could take a bus home.
So I when I' m walking around in the city, I didn' t usually know where I was going half the time, I just assumed I would find one of the landmarks I recognized.
So naturally I was lost again, not hoplessly lost. I wasn' t worried or anything but at about 1:00am I didn' t know if I was walking closer to home or further. In a city like that the night looks very different from the day and I knew once the sun rose I would be able to catch a bus home.
Ottawa like many cities I' ve been to is somwhat busy at night, places like bars and certain hang outs with a few normal people outside walking around as I was and Canada is a friendly place with friendly faces. However like other cities there are rough patches where the drug addicts and bums hang out.
And as I was walking I noticed that the faces were getting less and less friendly, and before I knew it all I could see were a few hobos a some druggies. I was getting nervous. I wasn' t conserned with the bums but a few guys gave me a look as if I was a peice of meat. Shit, too far...
I turned around and tried to back track. I took a wrong turn... I wasn' t being followed but I felt like I needed to leave. I said I took a wrong turn because I didn' t back track the way i came but instead managed to stumble on a main street that was close to the bridge I needed to get to in order to get back to my home town.
Just as I think I' m " home free" as they say, I bump into two assholes in an alley. I felt so stupid, I could have went around the buildings but I had to go in between. Well you can almost guess what these two fucktards wanted. Yep they wanted my wallet. The funny thing about that is I don' t bring my wallet on my walks as I was afraid it might get stollen. Clearly I didn' t think that through.
To understand what I did next you' d have to know a little more about me. First I like a fight, I almost never get into any of them as I try to avoid human contact but when given the chance, I can be the instigator if the other guy is an asshole. Secondly I' m usually pretty calm and collected but I have this weird impulse that I can' t always control, where I think of the worst possible thing to do or say and I do it just to see the consequences. Usually I end up regretting it.
Like in the night in question when one of the two guys demanded for my wallet instead of explaining to them I didn' t have it on me or doing something rational like running away from the two hardened criminals who were twice my size and had their hands in their pockets (i couldn' t see what they had).
Instead of doing anything a normal person would do, I did something that surprised them almost as much as it surprised myself. I said something like :
" if you faggots want my wallet (remember, i didn' t even have it on me) you will have to beat me for it, come on (more profianities)..."
I took a swing at one of them and probably broke his nose. Thats when the other one stabbed me in the rib cage. Fighting alone against two armed men is a bitch! As it entered my abdomen it went between two ribs and I jumped (a little late) and I twisted at the same time. Well the other guy wanted to stab me several times (I' m sure he had the technique) but because of the motion my body and where the blade went made he lost grip of the knife. I immediately grabbed the knife and pulled it out. All of a sudden I had the weapon!
Since I grabbed the knife the guy who stabbed me took a few steps back while the other guy hasn' t stopped punching me. At that point I lost all sensibility and went into what can only be described as a rage. I was so pissed that I was stabbed, I went on a rampage. It was fight or flight and I was too injured to run.
The rest is a blur but I know I stabbed the guy in the arm as he was punching me. They both ran off, and I chased after them in my rage.
One block down I caught the one who stabbed me (I lost the other). At the same time I grabbed him I tossed the knife. I had a grip on his jacket and I swung him on the pavement ground, got on top of him, and punched him repeatedy in the face. At this point I there was so much blood (mostly my own) its hard to say what sort of damage I did to my attacker but I don' t think his jaw was in the right place.
When I started to see tunnel vision I stopped punishing the asshole and got up to walk home. It is a 30min jog back home, it took me about 90 minutes to get there. And yes I walked straight home and went to bed after inspecting my wound. I don' t think anyone else saw the ordeal, and I was so paranoid by getting in trouble from the that I didn' t go to a hospital or clinic for my injury. I didn' t even tell my family. It was pretty bad, even a week later I was still coughing out blood, I must of had internal bleeding as my entire stomach was purple. I' m sure I had my right lung punctured...it hurts but the worst is the feeling of losing so much blood, i can' t describe it. I was only 17 at the time, and I don' t do my walks in Ottawa at night anymore.
Anyways that' s what happened....
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