so lately ive been thinking about that really long waste of time survey i did and "the dumbest thing i ever did." this was included in the first thing i said...
it was a sleepover. or something like that. dale, wes, tim, and me were at schroter's house. dan schroter was a big fella. probably double my weight and pretty muscular. not ripped, but tough. but lets face it, it really doesnt matter how muscular someone is, they could probably beat me up anyway, and that's the point here.
we were watching a movie. probably mystery men. as always i couldnt stay awake. and i mean i was REALLY tired. REALLY REALLY tired. like cant keep your eyelids even halfway open. and schroter kept yelling at me across the room. "SHORB! STAY AWAKE!" he would wake me up and the next second my eyelids would drift downwards and he would yell again. i dont know why, but i got really really furious. he yelled again.
in a moment, i decided i wasn't going to stand for this anymore. schroter thought he as such a tough guy that could boss us around, yeah, well, im gonna prove him wrong. im sick of being pushed around. im going to stand up for myself.
so i grab the pillow next to me, and chuck it as hard as i can at him, mainly to divert his attention, then i jump up and charge across the room at him.
halfway across the room (you gotta remember this all happened in an instant but i can remember thinking all of these things very clearly) i said to myself "shorb...what are you doing...you are weakling who has never been in a fight before. you dont know how to punch someone. you dont know how to hurt someone. you dont know how to defend yourself. and this kid is huge and tough." but i couldnt just back down in the middle of the room. i swear this was probably the most awkward thing ever, and the laughter that came from wes and dale and tim afterwards proved that point...but i reached him and just kinda...pushed him around and flailed and i dont know...probably bit and pinched him or something. before he could do anything to me, to this day none of us really know what happened, but one of my flailing body parts - a knee or an elbow - hit him somewhere where it hurt, i forget where, perhaps a charlie horse or something. he stopped all defense and just said "GET AWAY FROM ME" i knew not to mess around with him and so i got away from him. he had a look in his eyes like he was going to punch me in the face. i stared him down and he didnt punch me and i was very grateful for his mercy on a little twerp like me. he was pretty mad for the rest of the night. i was pretty embarassed for the rest of the night. but the bottom line was, i hurt him, it didnt matter how, it only mattered that i did, and there was nothing he could do but keep himself from absolutely destroying me, which he very easily could have done.
and that, folks, was probably the dumbest thing i've ever done. it was also the scariest moment of my life. and probably the most adrenaline at one time i've ever experienced.

speaking of dale, he stopped by to visit yesterday and i missed him. im really bummed. but he dropped off a cd of the NYC band and it sounds pretty rad thus far.