So I make a dash to the package store to grab a few beers before it closes. On my way out this guy asks for a match. I let him know that I don't smoke and all of a sudden, he hits me in the head (I later find out it was a sap). The fucker knocked me out cold. I wake up with a crowd around me and a my beer and leather D-3A gloves gone.
One of the guys in the crowd knows me from the gym and says that he knows the guy that did this to me. We head over to the bastard's apartment and I look in the window. He is having a grand old time at what appears to be a Yankee swap. I ring the bell...some chick answers, I kick the door open and push her out of the way. She hits a mirror on the side wall and it breaks and glass cuts her face. I charge towards this no-load and crank him right in the fucking jaw. The fucker goes backwards and lands on a chair. I then start pounding him silly. A bunch of chicks are screaming and some dude grabs me. I spin around and hit him with a hay-maker; he falls to the floor. Adrenaline gets the best of me and I smash some old guy square in the face. People are screaming, gifts are getting crushed, and food is all over the place.
I make my exit out a back door and now I am home. Merry Fucking Christmas Boston and GetBig. I will bet the bank that the East Boston police will be here in 20 minutes or less.
-Kim
