What a night!

So there I was, walking home from the local gas station with a bottle of beer in each hand, with a pal. We noticed two guys pass us by and we just kept on walking. They suddenly whip around, and I noticed the glint of a blade as the taller guy snarled "Out with the money you ****s, if you know what's good for ya!"

We both froze for a minute and here is where everything became sloooowmooooo.....

I began stammering and babbling... speaking gibberish of Hindi/Tamil and broken English. And slowly inched back...

The dude tried walking forward forcefully to show his intent of getting the goods and the cash from me. The other guy meanwhile was keeping an eye on my friend and seemed quite nervous and fidgety.

I suddenly froze, let my eyes go wide, and looked around his head ... as if I saw someone. Both those guys saw what I did and turned around to look.

Mistake.

I raised my arm and swiftly brought the bottle crashing down on his wrist... breaking the bottle (and a bone or two I fervently hoped). The guy screamed and went down and I let a well placed kick hit his face as he did so before diving on him. My buddy recovered his wits enough to tackle the other guy but he was too strong for him. He managed to squirm free and make a run for it. My buddy got up to run after him but realised he'd be better of helping me.

I was numb for a sec but the guy seemed to be in real bad pain, rolling around a lot and screaming. I took a look at his arm and noticed that it seemed badly cut up. There was heavy bleeding. I took of my Tshirt, wrapped it arounda bit tight and elevated his arm (while sitting on him so he doesn't get ideas). My pal took out his cell phone and called for help and there were there within a minute.

An ambulance came by in 3 minutes and the guy was loaded onto it. The two officers took us to the gas station again and while they were nice enough to offer us coffee, I refused... finding more comfort in my cigarettes. Took our statements and descriptions of the other guy and then dropped us home (it's freaky sitting in the back seat of a cop car I can tell ya!)

I'm still shivering a bit and have no idea what prompted me to do what I just did (that blade looked a foot long!). All those calm moments during leisure time when I told myself that if ever I got held, I would let him take everything and that it wasn't worth fighting for a few bucks seemed to have flown out the window.


PHEW!

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