[photo via Guido Fist Pump]
I was assaulted this past Saturday.
I was walking to this
house party in the East Village around 1 a.m., alone and sober, when I
passed these three totally crunk, bridge and tunnel guido dudes. So as
I'm walking past them, minding my own business, one of the guys asked
me if I had a cigarette.
"Na man, sorry," I said and kept
walking. Then Joey Bagadonutz, Muscles Marinara, and Tony B from Jersey
started following me. The guy made his request again.
"C'mon, man. Just give me a cigarette."
"Sorry, dude. I quit last year."
At
this point, this guy's chest was pressed against the back of my
shoulder and he asked me again. This time I turned to him and said,
"Listen. I don't have any cigarettes and I'm not looking for any
trouble." And then he swung at me.
I managed to duck out of the
way, but I still got hit on the top of my head. One of his other
friends is holding him back while he's still trying to come at me and
the third friend said, "Yo, he's drunk. Just walk away." At which point
I start cursing/mumbling angrily to myself and wondering what the fuck
is wrong with people.
From now on I'm going to be prepared when I'm walking around alone late at night:
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