Our fraternity house. We had our annual Around the World Party - I think 25-29 rooms, same number of countries. A few thousand people would show…and with 80 brothers around you, at your house, you get a little bold. I smarted off to a dude smoking in my room and threw him out…later on, he and his boys got into with with our biggest man, the Big Swede. All of the sudden his boys lined up in the yard, and we realized this was a line of bison, had no idea they were OU or together or anything. Found out they were the starting line of OU, all together. Seemed like 1 dude but then it wasn’t just 1 dude. All of the sudden, 80 dudes start coming out of rooms with bats and all kinds of shit…little bit of a staredown, couple of fists thrown and then that guy I threw out of my room said he’s going to his car to get his gun. Some of his boys ran after him and thank god they just left. Even with the entire chapter there…not sure we’d have won that one. I’m 5’9 and at the time was 170. I could have hit one of them with my car and still would have gotten murdered. These motherfuckers were big.
Yeah I don’t think I’d be able to hang with a 340 pound dude, let alone 5 of them.
You ever watch The Beast Master? There’s a scene he goes into the Temple and he has to traverse this long passage and as he does it, those zombie slaves start reaching through the walls to get him. That’s what it felt like, but 50 more people. Very eery.
That’s Fed up.
I watched that Scared Straight show where they took those kids to a maximum security prison - the comedian Tom Segura does a really funny bit on it.
I liken it to the line in Let’s Go To Prison where he’s talking about what it’s like to be there. Says it’s the feeling you get as soon as you see flashing police lights in your rear view. In that moment you get a little nervous - have the adrenaline rush - now imagine having that feeling all day every day. That’s prison.
So I’ve been arrested a few times between the ages of 10 and 19. I’ll just say I had a father who was constantly either working or out with his friends and a mother that was completely disinterested and narcissistic (picture Tony Soprano’s mother however a little sweeter in personality but completely checked out).
NYC jail is by far the worst 3 day experience I’ve ever had. There’s a shitter in each cell and if you want to go you shit in front of the entire block. No walls, no doors.
They give you a stale bologna sandwich and some disgusting ass tang. I got hit a few times at the end by the parking manager swinging a night stick at my skull. He probably hit me 10 times clean. Didn’t feel it until the next day. So when I drank the tang it was instant pain. I had bitten through my cheek and tongue when hit and the tang was like fire.
I passed the time by laying on the bench and watching the golden, armored radioactive cockroaches race to get food on the floor.
Fucking filthy disgusting place.
Any particular reason why he hit you, or, just because he felt like it?
I honestly believe that I beat his employee up so bad that he was terrified and it was his way of trying to get me to stop. Maybe he thought I would get scared. But I’m sort of a lunatic once I’m in that fight mode. I get into a sort of “kill or be killed” state.
Anyway, he and another 2 guys actually surrounded me and I ended up on top of one of the guys and pounding him and that’s when he started hitting me with the nightstick. I honestly didn’t feel it (even though I have small divots in my head to this day from it). That’s when my buddies jumped in (when they saw me getting outnumbered).
Crazy night. I have 4 stories that are crazier than this one lol.
Sorry I misunderstood - I thought you were saying one of the jail guards beat you up.
Remind me not to fight you brother 