>>51834117Sure, why not. I was 21, out for a night drinking at the local pub with a few buddies. I ran into a dude that used to be a friend of mine in grade school, and hadn't seen him for years. We were drunk, a bought him a shot, good times. Bar closed at 2, and I was hosting an after-party at my place. I asked the dude if he smoked (Mary Jane) and gave him an invite. So me and my three friends and this guy (Zach) go straight to my place while the ladies went home to change. We're all smoking, suddenly Zach starts talking about how he's into meth and has been shooting up on the rez. None of us were into that, let alone cool with anyone that did, so my roommate Tommy talked a little shit. They both go out for a cig, and when I came out 5 minutes after, Zach had Tommy posted up on the side of the house, beating the shit out of him. At the time, I was still in good shape (multiple sport athlete) and weighed about 190. I immediately ran over and put my forearm on the back of his neck, and I start launching uppercuts to the dome. I land ten good shots before my other buddies come out and split us up. Zach goes inside with Crumbs, and Tommy, Kev and I stayed outside. I'm a bit winded, hunched over, and Zach comes back out, face fucked up, looking crazy. I'm focusing on his eyes, thinking we're gonna hug it out, then OOOOF. Sharp pain. He takes off running, I look down, see my own fucking steak knife jammed in my gut. I ripped it out, threw it, and just kept saying stabbed. My friends realize, I tell at Kev (only 18) to go, and beg friends to call ambulance. They're paranoid, I had 6 pounds of bud at home, so call my friend to pick me up. Get a ride to hospital, woke up with 52 stitches on my stomach and intestines, and 26 staples. They cut high to make sure heart wasn't knocked.
