wolfmantpf

Well, last night was a fun night. Worked till close, then went up to Fridays and Bennigans for a bit. After we got back to my buddy Bob's house, the girl he's seeing at the moment showed up. Now, Bob was stoned through the roof, and I was pretty sober. She was crying. Bob didn't know if what he was seeing was real, so he asked me to look. The side of her face was pouring blood. Her left forearm was bleeding wildly at all. As I tied off her arm, trying to quell some of the bleeding, I asked her what happened. She told us that she was attacked outside of her house. It wa at that moment, that I looked at Bob and said "Bob, get your keys. Jeremy (his brother), get me a bat." Bob went from stoned to sober in all of two seconds when he realized what I was about to do. So away we went in search of this guy. We only missed him by a few minutes. He stopped into a pool hall I frequent, and the owner told me "Some guy was in here about two minutes ago. Wanted to use the bathroom. That N*@@$% was covered in blood. What the hell did he do?" We didn't waste any time. We bolted out the door. Granted, it was 2:30 am, and pouring rain. She didn't get a good look at him, but Carl did. We called the police after we gave up our search, and she fed them a description, AFTER she got 40 stitches in her arm, and 10 on her face. Hopefully that son of a bitch gets found.

Lets just say I was a very angry irishman last night.