We all have friends for different moments in our lives, but I never knew Art would be one for many.
I had run into Art the night before, this being the first time I saw him since he had been fired from the club. I was on a promo and he was out with his friends. We hugged and had to go our separate ways. We agreed to hang out soon.
The next day was long and hungover from the night prior, but I was on a mission. Once I was done with all of the errands I would nap, get tattooed, then head to work. When my artist called me to come in early.....a nap became out of the question. This lead to scrapping the work idea all together.
Once my artist starts tattooing he quickly decides we can't continue. My skin is like grating cheese, I am bleeding everywhere......and it is evident I have a drinking problem. I can't bare to go home and sit amongst my thoughts, so I head to my favourite Italian eatery. Art texts me as soon as I sat at the bar, and even though I wanted to be alone....when he invited himself over....I didn't object. If I was going to be alone with anyone...I knew it could be him.
He joined me for dinner and we chatted about life, like we used to.
Around 1am we decided to retire. We each had our own car, but I decided to wait and walk out with him. I hadn't noticed the drunk, rude guy from the bar had slipped outside, thinking Art had already left me alone.
When Art and I were saying our goodbyes (you couldn't see him through the car windows because of where he was standing) the tall belligerently drunk man stumbled over to the drivers side of my car, and quickly turned and staggered off when he saw Art was still standing there. I am normally the person that will speak up and ask what someone's problem is, in that situation, but this didn't feel right.
I asked Art if he saw what happened, and explained it when he expressed that he hadn't. He politely asked if the man was okay, and the man's temper quickly elevated....then did the situation. The two of them had words, then the exceptionally tall and intoxicated man pushed Art down onto the hood of the car parked next to me.....then he pulled out a gun.....mind you.....Art is a feisty little Mexican like I.
He jumped off the hood of the car.....grabbed the man by his suit jacket, and took him down.....they rolled over to the ground and Art won....he was on top.
They were wrestling for the gun and it went off. Art pops his head up, with a laceration under his left eye, and tells me to call the cops. I stayed on the phone with them until they arrived. Art was doing all he could to subdue the man, and I remained outside until he yelled at me to go back inside of the bar.
The police arrived and questioned us all. I was kept away from Art until it was all over. The police decided to play a joke on me, and inform me they were going to have to arrest my friend..."Just kidding"....I wanted to die.
I knew/know for a fact I would have been raped and murdered that night had I been alone or with anyone else.
The bar gave us each a free shot....then we both drove to our respective homes. The next day I bought a new bed.....three days later....the shock wore off and I proceeded to vomit every 15 minutes for 6 hours.
This happened in 2011 and he is still my best friend to this day
XOXO
Miss Olivia Black Suicide
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