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The Day I Saw My Funeral

Written by VinceM

 
(The names and locations in this story have been changed to protect the identities of the people involved)
 
It was a long long time ago, I believe I was 17 or 18 years old. I don't remember the occasion but there were several high school parties happening in our city and others; and no it wasn't graduation day.
 
My friends an I went to a keg party in Clintonville, where we met up with all of our buddies. As usual we had several kegs on hand and the drinking games commenced long before we arrived. Nevertheless, we drank our share at party number one and before we knew it, the kegs were all tapped out and the party began to disperse.
 
Larry announced that there's another keg party in the next town over: Cooperstown, and he just called his friend and confirmed that the kegs are cold and still flowing the golden nectar that we craved so much during our high-school years. Jed and I arrived in one car and we both decided to jump in the car with some of the other people heading down to the next kegger even though we were both tipsy as can be.
 
We drove for 20 minutes and arrived near a field where we saw a huge line of cars parked on the side of the road. All of us pulled over and we walked towards the glowing bon fire. Without wasting a moment Jed and I received our mandatory red plastic cups and we began drinking again.
 
Once the alcohol really kicked in I became very cocky because a few girls were scoping me out and giving me the sexy eye. I began working the female crowd and ran my mouth to just about every girl at the party, not thinking that some of them were with boy friends. I got bored and decided that I wanted to change the music playing in the car which was parked in the middle of the field.
 
Jed got in the car also and joined me. I found some CD's and began looking through them to find something more suitable for my mood. From my peripheral vision I noticed some people pointing at the car we were in, and soon a group of over grown high-school wrestlers walked towards the car. Oh yeah, they were pretty pissed and tried to grab me out of the car while others began pounding on the car with their fists. This situation got ugly really fast.!
 
I quickly turned the ignition on and put the car in reverse, trying to escape the mad group of steroid abusers who obviously wanted to kick my butt. I reversed into a bush and the car came to a halt. Now there's at least 15 of these angry Cooperstown kids running towards me and Jed ran out of the car as if he was Flash Gordon. I unfortunately was yanked out of the car by two guys who threw my 170 lb body against a near by log as if I weighed five pounds in their hands. My head landed directly on the log and I sort of blacked out for a second from the impact.
 
BOOM! For the next couple of minutes all I saw was flashes of light and heard ringing in my head as the steroid raged group of wrestlers punched, kicked, and stomped on my body. I actually had one of those experiences where I saw myself at my own funeral in a casket and my mom walked towards it. My parents and I didn't really get along back then, and that's why my mom said something like 'Good, I'm glad he's dead". The beat down continued and when I snapped out of my flashback, I quickly thought about what is the best thing I could do in this situation, quickly the answer that popped into my head was to scream. I screamed HELP! really loud maybe a few times and then another friend of mine who was also at the party interrupted the attack on me. In that split second I got up, and ran as fast as I could, away from those crazy people who almost killed me because of their rage.
 
I could hear them chasing me on foot and in their cars as I slouched in a ditch; which was not to far from the road. I waited it out for maybe 15 minutes where I actually feared for my life and began making my way towards a nearby street. I ran into good old Jed who escaped without a scratch and he asked if I was okay. I was okay, I think they broke a finger and maybe a few ribs, but I knew that everything would be fine with me. We walked and walked, until we got to a movie theater to cleanup. I looked in the mirror and noticed that I looked like I got hit by a train. My eyes were blood shoot, my face bruised and there was blood all over me.
 
 
I called some friends to pick us up, and we went to my friends house. Wow at the house there were 5 girls that I really didn't want to see me like this, and one of them was my girlfriend. Of course girls will be girls and they comforted me and gave me much sympathy which I did enjoy :) Then came the lifesaver, who gave me a chance to get away from the roid raged group. He mentioned that he also got hit a few times, but there was no visible scratch on the guy. He also mentioned that I screamed really loud. Yes I did scream really loud, because if you have 15 people kicking your butt with all their might, you will resort to whatever tactic that will work to get you out of that situation. Well maybe only a smart person will resort to that tactic.
 
I was always a bad ass and got into a decent amount of fights in my time. This time however, it all caught up to me and I received the butt whooping of my life. The next day I came home and took one of the most painful showers ever. I was literally black and blue from head to toe and it seemed like my entire body (front and back) was completely bruised. I got out of the shower and my mom noticed me getting dressed. She actually said "Good, they should have killed you". Yep me and my mom were not on the best of terms back then, but rest assured many years later we became pretty close :)
 
If there's some kids reading this that think they are the baddest of the bad, remember that one day, you can meet your match and it will not be a fun experience. I consider myself lucky to have escaped that day and I do admit that when my friend talked about my scream it really pissed me off. Especially, since he talked about how bad he got punched yet the guy had no marks on him at all, and I on the other hand looked like a white guy who turned deep purple overnight.

***Follow my life story here on Storypeeps, I plan to write about all the interesting moments that I've been through, because I always wanted to share these stories with a large audience.

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