Holy fuck... last night was insanely intense. Here's how the whole thing went down.
I wasn't feeling too great, so I do what I usually do when my nerves are on the fritz, that being go out for a little stroll in the dark.
I'm meandering along, deep in reverie, when somewhere in the darkness I hear a woman scream at the top of her lungs. Now, my first instinct is to run in the opposite direction, but before I know it, my legs are carrying me as fast as I can towards where I think the screaming is. Eventually, I run across this huge guy attacking a woman.. I don't know what he was trying to do but he had his hands around her neck and it looked like he was choking her. So I run up to the two yelling at him to stop, and I try to pull the attacker off the woman and he turns around and punches me square in the face. After that.. it just went so goddamn fast. But I don't know.. I kind of went crazy and I messed him up pretty bad, I feel bad for it now that I think about it.. but what else could I have done?
Christ... so yeah... the guy runs off and by now the woman has run off to god knows where... heh... all I have to show for my troubles is a good amount of cuts and bruises.
You know.. now that I think about it... I haven't gotten into a fight since seventh grade.. yeesh. I still feel pretty shaky, and my knuckles hurt more than my split lip.
Life sucks.
I wasn't feeling too great, so I do what I usually do when my nerves are on the fritz, that being go out for a little stroll in the dark.
I'm meandering along, deep in reverie, when somewhere in the darkness I hear a woman scream at the top of her lungs. Now, my first instinct is to run in the opposite direction, but before I know it, my legs are carrying me as fast as I can towards where I think the screaming is. Eventually, I run across this huge guy attacking a woman.. I don't know what he was trying to do but he had his hands around her neck and it looked like he was choking her. So I run up to the two yelling at him to stop, and I try to pull the attacker off the woman and he turns around and punches me square in the face. After that.. it just went so goddamn fast. But I don't know.. I kind of went crazy and I messed him up pretty bad, I feel bad for it now that I think about it.. but what else could I have done?
Christ... so yeah... the guy runs off and by now the woman has run off to god knows where... heh... all I have to show for my troubles is a good amount of cuts and bruises.
You know.. now that I think about it... I haven't gotten into a fight since seventh grade.. yeesh. I still feel pretty shaky, and my knuckles hurt more than my split lip.
Life sucks.
Do you think they knew each other, or that it was a random mugger/attacker/psycho?