JOURNAL: KBell (Kevin Bell)

  • "A good country ass whipping" 2005-11-19 07:07:16 These were the words hoss said as he walked back to the driver's seat of the white ford ranger.

    So, I haven't been to AMV in a while, but I figured I would drop by because I heard a rumor somewhere that gantz manga could be found here... but I wound up staying to write yet another journal entry. I've been dling AMVs here for a while, but I still can't find the manga... anyways, I digress.. back to the story.

    Today.. well, yesterday if you want to get technical, it's.. 5:20 AM at the moment. So yesterday, at about.. 6:00 PM, my friend Jacob and I were on our way out to his cabin to party; seeing as it was friday night, it seemed like a good enough idea. On the way out there, we got onto the highway...

    Pardon me for interrupting the story yet again, but let me help you understand the situation fully; Jacob has a 1984 Buick Regal T-Type. 6-cylinder turbo, the works.... and it's fast. It can burn out while going 70 down the highway. Yes, l33t car.

    Well, as fate would have it, we found ourselves, in Jacob's extremely fast car, stuck in the right lane doing 55 in a 65 because of a slow driver in front of us. To make matters worse, a white ford ranger was slightly behind and to the left of us, in the passing lane, also doing about 55. Well, Jacob decided that 65 sounded better than 55, so he changed lanes and passed the car. Simple, daily, routine activity, eh?

    As soon as we got up to a reasonable speed, the white ford ranger started tailgating us. Now, a 90s model ford ranger (at least the type tailgating us) has a 4 cylinder engine. No match for a buick turbo 6. So Jacob just sped up again; we got to about 80 and he leveled it off. The truck slowly but surely crept back up to the bumper, and Jacob accelerated again.

    Before we knew it, we were trapped between a wall of traffic and a white ford ranger going 90 on our back. We decided to pull off into another road and try to lose the truck, but as we got into the turning lane, the driver of the truck floored it and rammed us. Our first instinct was to get out and get insurance information and the like, but, that turned out to be a very unfortunate decision.

    After Jacob exited his car to survey the damage on his car, the white truck pulled up on the driver's side of the black buick regal. I got out of the car at this point as well, because the events as of yet had been, for lack of a better word, unexpected. As I walked around to the driver's side of Jacob's car, I heard the three 'country boys' shouting things... Seeing as all three were shouting at the same time, it was rather difficult to discern what any single one of them was actually saying. As Jacob and I tried to placate them by saying things like "What the hell is going on" or "Chill out man... seriously". This was, of course, to no avail.

    As I rounded the bumper of Jacob's car, I caught my first actual glimpse of these guys. There were three of them, and they were all big. Two of them were probably about 6'2, one of them was probably about 200 lbs, and the other was probably about 165. The third was probably about 5'11, and looked to weigh about 185. Jacob is about 6'0, and I'm 6'2. Both of us weigh 130 lbs.

    As the passenger side door of the white ford ranger opened up, I was as dazed as Jacob by the fist that simultaneously launched from the truck towards Jacob's face. Seeing the hit, but hardly believing it, I managed to keep my wits about me enough to notice the 6'2 200 lb good ol' boy making his way from the driver's side of the truck towards me.

    After the first punch came out of the truck, Jacob threw his hands on the door and held it closed as best as he could. He watched from there as the driver of the truck made his way towards me. I knew even as the words came from my mouth that they would have no effect, yet I said them anyway. "What the fuck are you doing man? Just chill out..." My words were lost as the right hook caught me slightly to the left of my left eye. Jacob told me later that the magnificence of the ensuing explosion of my glasses is what caused him to lose concentration on holding the door.

    Turning back towards the driver after the blow, I put my hands up for defense. I've taken Judo/Jujitsu for about a year now, and though I may be able to take one of those guys in a fair fight when I expect it, being suprised and outnumbered (especially by guys that all outweigh you by quite a bit) leaves one with very few options. Defense seemed the best way to play it. Hoss, however, was already grabbing me by this point, so I moved my hands from directly in front of me to around his head, hoping to disorient him enough to not be hit.

    At about that time, I suppose the two other 'country boys' had gotten Jacob on the ground. I was still standing, and I was composing myself enough to possibly be able to do something back to the guy holding me, but the moment I got my wits about me, one of the other guys had snuck up from the right and laid a swift kick to my nuts. This was the only opening Hoss needed to push me over, and just like that, Jacob and I were down.

    Again, I covered my face, but this time, since one of them was on top of me, I grabbed his clothes and pulled myself close to soften the blows. According to Jacob, the other (the nut cracker) was also hitting me, but I couldn't really see anything because I was defending against the plethora of blows raining down upon me. Jacob tackled one guy and took him off me, and the other I think was getting tired because he had been wailing on me.

    After that, the good ol' boys got up and got back in their truck and left, saying how they gave us a 'good country ass whipping'. I got up and walked to the back of Jacob's car and memorized their tag number. After that, I returned to where I had fallen to retreive the cell phone I had noticed digging into my back. I did these things specifically in that order for 2 reasons: 1. They were leaving fast, and getting their tag number would not be possible starting in the near future. 2. If Hoss realized he'd dropped his cell phone, he might come back for it. It's doubtful that I'd have been able to stop him from taking it if he had come back.

    As Jacob and I entered the black buick regal, bloody, battered, and bruised, I said, "We're calling the cops." So we did.

    To make a really really really long part of this story really short, we got a camera, took pictures of the damages (both to ourselves and the car), talked to the police, and gave them the tag number. They ran it, but it came back as registered to no car. Damn. No dice. Then, I remembered the cell phone. *DING!* The cops traced the bill to his home address, and called his parents. BUSTeD. Jacob and I went to the hospital then, and got out a few hours later. I didn't get checked, because I'm just scraped up, I'm not hurt too bad. Plus I lost my glasses. Jacob got it a lot worse.... He had a big cut down his ear and a very bloody nose, as well as a few lumps on his head... but at the end of the day, Jacob and I were both ok, and we had a good story to tell to friends, and who knows, maybe even a nice paycheck to pay for Jacob's car.

    This experience also made me realize how much so many people care about me. My friends, mostly; I know how my parents feel about me, have for years. Some friends truly care for my wellbeing, and expressed profound happiness at the news that I was ok. Others, however, simply give a superficial "are you ok?" and want to hear a story, then push you back to the small corner of their mind they allow you. I really wonder sometimes how so many people can do such horrible things to other people without so much as an afterthought. It's as if they justify their actions by some alien logic; as if they're somehow inhuman. For a long time, this realization made me lose faith in humanity as a race. I wanted to escape the people that hurt here (in this world) physically, mentally... emotionally. Each person, including myself, has flaws. This is what leads to pain; suffering. This incident has, quite ironically, actually changed my view a bit on humanity. I think that it's not so much humanity that is responsible for these ridiculous activities, whether it be a senseless assault or a girlfriend or friend treating you badly or hurting your feelings, but rather it's individuals that refuse to accept reality. The fact of the matter is, it's not worth it to damage two vehicles and beat someone up because they passed you, even if it may have startled you or you thought you were going to be hit. If you disagree with me, my email address is tweekbros_coffee@hotmail.com and I invite you to send me a detailed explanation as to why you think that doing such a thing would be a valuable way to spend your time.

    Anyways, I've been writing this for about 40 minutes, and it's far too early for me to continue, because the Sun is rising. That's right, Sun gets a capital S. You heard it here first. This is KBell signing out, hope you enjoyed the story. 
  • 2005-03-11 12:05:36 sorry about the no spaces:

    I'll try to do it more from now on, I know it makes stuff easier to read.

    Hope you haven't had trouble reading my other posts, if you don't feel like reading em all, no skin off my back, cause it's pretty personal stuff anyways. I'm just writing in here to get it off my chest.

    -KB 
  • NSSD 2005-03-11 12:00:39 Everyone's always talking about the same shit on a different day. Forget that. This is some new shit on the same day. Well, last night, my girlfriend let me know that she's not sure about "our future". Well, I can decipher what that means. It means, "When I break up with you don't be too sad." I may be silly, but I'm not stupid.
    I just don't understand how she expects me to act like nothing's changed between us. She says she still loves me but how can I believe anything she says anymore? She said she wanted to be with me forever. I lost my innocence to her; in more ways than one. She told me these things on a whim, she claims that's how she felt at the time, but now she's not sure. I still love her, but she's ripping my heart into pieces and pasting them back together haphazardly.
    After that, she says she's sorry for hurting me. What the hell ever. She should have considered these things before I gave her what I'd been saving for 18 and a half years, for someone I truly loved. I'm not saying I didn't, and don't, truly love her.. But I'd hoped she truly loved me as well.
    Now I feel as if my entire life, I've made nothing but bad choices. I feel so stupid for believing that for once in my life, happiness was but a stone's throw away. Happiness has always been something elusive, but I thought that being the best guy I could be would be enough.
    I thought that telling her the truth, talking to her about how I feel about things, and caring about her (and only her) was enough. I was wrong. She told me so many things last night that she had never even alluded to before. Like she thinks video games are a major problem in today's society.
    I knew she didn't like them, but damn. I thought I could trust her, but when she told me all those things last night, I felt so hurt.. Not because she doesnt like the things I like, but because she didn't feel she could trust me before. Not until it seemed like I was going to leave did she actually confide in me. Things get rocky and she panicks.
    I've done my best to make this relationship work; I've changed with respect to numerous things. But she's remained static the whole time. She maintains her thoughts on every issue, for which I don't blame her; in fact, I respect that. The problem is she doesn't do the same for me. She just believes that I'm wrong, and that I should change. Well here's news for you, beautiful:
    I've changed enough, now it's your turn. 
  • Go figure. 2005-03-10 13:36:09 So I haven't been on AMV in a while and I had no idea we had journals. Go figure, right? Well, I could use a journal to talk to right about now, because I'm about as stressed as a pack of spidermonkeys holed up in a 3 by 6 cage. Yesterday, I was on my way home from Judo class (I take it for college credit, but it's more like streetfighting 101 in my opinion), and I was tired as hell. Plus it was shitty outside and rainy as hell so I was depressed and wanted to get back to the dorms and see my girlfriend. Before I could do that, though, I had to proceed to go to wal-mart to buy some condoms because my girlfriend decided that wednesday nights are OK to make love on because neither of us have class until late thursday evening.
    So, to make quite a long story short, I ended up turning the wrong way on the main road (hey, I was tired) and heading the opposite direction of wal-mart. Lo and behold, I found my way into the right turn only lane and had to get over, so when I did, I tried to hit the brakes, but they locked up and I rear ended someone. Well, this is the first accident I've ever been in, so I had no idea whatsoever what I was supposed to do. I figured, you know, get out and exchange insurance info and all that good stuff, tell 'em i'm really really sorry, go get boned by my insurance company, etc.
    WRONG.
    As soon as this lady got out of her car, I had a bad feeling. She was a plump black lady, and the first thing she said to me is "WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU?!". Well, things proceeded in this manner until she decided to enlighten me that she had "NO F***ING INSURANCE" and that I was a bastard blah blah blah.
    So, considering I was just coming back from judo, I had no cell phone, I was tired and sweaty, and I dont have a photographic memory, and it was my very first wreck, it's no suprise to me that I can't remember her liscence plate number or her make/model of her car... or that I didnt stay at the scene of the accident until the police arrived. I just kind of panicked. She, however, decided to haul ass off and leave me to look like a jackass.
    Anyways, I drove back to the dorms, talked to my friends about what I should do, called the police, explained what happened, and took the rest of the night off. On top of everything else, it was also my friend Jen's birthday, so I did my best not to ruin it for her... Her father also passed away last week, so I didn't really have any right to be sour about anything anyways.
    As if matters weren't bad enough, not only did my girlfriend completely ignore me last night (so obviously no booty... not that it matters to me that much, but I'm sure it would have helped me to be in a less dour mood at the least... I'm not even sure I really wanted to make love last night anyways, I really wasn't in the mood. But obviously she wasnt either. Long tangent, eh?) but she hardly even kissed me before we went to bed. I mean, I really, really love my girlfriend, but she is constantly acting ashamed of me (though she always claims shyness etc.) and she always seems as if she's indifferent towards me. She *has* been spending a lot of time on her studies, but that doesn't mean when she's not studying she still has to act as if I'm not there.
    For the sugar and/or cherry on top, I have a cal-b test in 5 hours that I haven't studied for at all, and a Physics test tomorrow for which I've similarly prepared. Take it easy, you're like the journal I never knew I had.
    -KB 
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