reason number 1,000,0003
Originally written 03.05.2002
Do you know what I really like doing at 2:30 in the morning? I really enjoy cleanup up other people’s blood. Oh yeah, and I also like trying to help Iain keep “mates” of 14 years from killing each other. Or tough-guy assholes from killing other assholes who don’t know when to shut up. Or nosy neighbours, who, though justified in being bothered by the ruckus are oblivious to the fact that the drunks they’re trying to scold aren’t listening.
I’m writing this only a few hours after the the stereo incident and Marco’s (a.k.a. Drunkard X, I really don’t care at this point) mate comes to our flat with blood all over his hand and face, claiming he just came from the hospital because Marco broke his nose while he mate tried to keep Marco from fighting witha bouncer. After we had time to reflect on matters, we realized that this was probably a big lie since it would doubtful that a hospital would send him home covered in blood. After he bled all over our bathroom, he left, saying that he was going to go to a hotel (this story later turned into getting picked up by his mom. At 3 AM he’s sleeping in the hallway of the flat across the street). On his way out Marco came home and they started to argue. Marco claimed he was lying about the nose-breaking. I don’t know what happened, but I’m pretty sure I didn’t get a straight story from either party. The altercation went out to the street where some brawny agriculture student got involved and started trying to pick a fight with Marco. It was a good thing Iain is big because he somehow managed to defuse the situation. Then, the arguing between “mates” moved down the street where some old guy was accosting Marco and his mate for the noise. Granted, he was more than justified, but he should have been observent enough to see that the two were well beyond reason. He should have just called the cops. So, Iain and I then spent the next 45 minutes trying to keep Marco and his mate from killing each other and cleaning the kid’s blood off of everywhere. Pete was around, and tried his best to help, but sometimes it seems like he just says the wrong things and doesn’t make matters any easier.
So, the next time someone asks me why I’m sXe, I refer them to this. All of this shit surely would not have happened had all parties been sober. I don’t drink because there are enough irresponsible people doing horrible things to each other and dragging down completely innocent parties already. It is a political gesture, a symbolic gesture. I’ve seen to many good people have to deal with dire consequences to take part in an activity that is so tainted.