I was young and certainly naive but I
was becoming quickly aware of the strain between two distinct roles within
myself. I could see the need for nonviolence of course, and a mutual respect
for other human beings. I was also very aware though of an animal inside me; an
evolutionary leftover that all my life's socialization had attempted to
suppress. I was compulsively driven by a need deep within myself, a need
that had to be quite common among people of a certain age for there were so
many others willing to oblige this desire.
As a group, there quickly came a point when the violence was who we were.
The need to fight and to test ourselves dictated all of our other
actions. It decided who we hung out with and where we could go. If you
weren't willing to fight at any time, you weren't one of the regulars. It
was what we were known for. We were admired for it as much as we were
hated for it. Some were just drawn to it.
On the night at the little rundown motel on the edge of town, all the regulars
were there, but for some reason a bunch of people that we never usually hung
out with were there too. They all wanted a piece. I don't know if
these people were looking to prove themselves to our group or if maybe the need
for retribution was so electric that the others had caught it. It didn't
matter. It would have been just as bad if there'd only been three of us.
Instead there was somewhere around twenty. It was a statement that had to be
made. It said everything about who we were
and where we lived.
We had been drinking our way towards
chaos every night for so long. We had
left a wake of so much damage around our town that we were being invited to
fewer places every weekend. It came to a
point where if one or a few of us was invited anywhere it was with the strict
instruction that the rest of our group could not know about it. Sometimes we obliged, sometimes we came in
throngs and ransacked a place. We
couldn’t even trust ourselves anymore.
Sid had been invited out though, whisked
away by three girls that orbited our group of friends. They had been invited to a little party at
some hotel room by three guys from some other town that nobody knew. It wasn’t smart of them to go without telling
the rest of us but they were smart enough to at least bring Sid along. The boys at the hotel of course didn’t like
the appearance of their uninvited guest though.
They’d probably had big plans and when those came crashing down it was Sid
who got the penalty for it.
When we saw Sid the next day he was more
a mess than usual. One eye was bloody
red with a disfigured lump of swollen purple flesh all around it. The whole other side of his face was swelled
up and he showed us the massive bruises on his body. He’d gotten good and drunk, which was kind of
the way of things at the time, so he didn’t really recall how it had all
started. He knew however that these
three guys had jumped him and stomped him while he was down until the girls
could drag Sid out of there and get back to familiar territory.
There was of course no way that we could
just let that sit. Sid had been my best friend for a long time. He had never hesitated to include me in
anything or to offer me some of anything he ever had. He’d never questioned or mocked a single
thing I’d done and I did tend to do a ton of stupid shit. I think he’d been
like that with most people and all kinds of people had been drawn close to him
for it.
The plan just kind of fell together. The girls, feeling somewhat responsible, were
willing to lure these three guys in.
They went to their town to pick them up and brought them right to
us. The story they’d been sold on was
that there was a party going on at this trashy little motel. Everyone in our town knew the motel
well. It was a cheap place to party and
it was owned by a Chinese family who didn’t have the command of the English
language to bother any of the seedy clientele or bring the police around. I imagine that all sorts of terrible things
took place there over the years. It was
secluded in its own little corner on the edge of town but close enough to our
neighborhoods that we could disappear from there quick when we needed to.
We had people waiting around every
corner of the building. We had people in
the bushes. I remember that one guy that
I’d been waiting in the bushes with found a log lying there, and showed it off
proudly with a demented grin on his face.
The girls pulled into the little
parking lot with the three guys in the car.
They let the guys out and told them that their other friend was already
inside. They were told to just go on in
while the girl’s went to pick up someone else.
The girls were gone again before there could be any questions. I could see these three guys huddled
apprehensively in the center of the parking lot. Soon they had their courage gathered to walk
up to the door of the room that they’d been told the party was in. As they neared this door, one of the guys who
had shown up just for the fight came around the corner like he’d been taking a
leak.
“Hey, you guys here for the party?” He
called out.
One of the guys went over to talk to him
while the other two stood close to the door.
This guy from our side started chatting their boy up and as his friends
went to knock on the door as the two of them shook hands. The door was pulled open by some very
confused foreigner who had obviously already been in bed.
It was as if it all happened in slow motion
as the kid in front of the door turned puzzled towards his friend. Our friend had a hold of his hand. The kid tried to pull away from what he
thought was just an awkward handshake when he was smashed in the side of the
face with a left hook just as a horde of us came pouring out of the bushes and
around both sides of the building.
One of them sprinted off at the first
sign of danger like a bolt of lightning.
I don’t think anyone got a single piece of him. The one in front of the room tried dashing
off too but we fell upon him just outside the office. I was the closest to him and I remember being
the first one to him. As he ran towards
the sidewalk just outside the office door I made a jump at him from behind and
got the toe of my boot into the back of his knee just as his weight was coming
down on that leg. It brought him
sprawling to his hands and knees on the hard concrete. I could see the terror in his eyes as he
looked up to see me standing over him as the rest of the crowd converged on top
of him. Fists and feet, and one proud
log came raining down on his body. I
dropped the whole weight of myself behind my fist on him, smashing into his
cheek with everything I could. Dull,
sickening thuds emanated from him as everyone came pushing each other out of
the way, even the women of our group, to get a piece of him. I got a good angle on him and gave him a punt
to the ribs.
Somehow he scrambled half
way to his feet and pulled the door open, lunging into the office and screaming
for someone to call the police as more and more of us squeezed into the tiny
office with him to give him the rest. He
tried crawling towards the counter. People were already running, knowing the
police would be there soon. Some went
after his friend who had slipped loose somehow in the melee. A few of us had just a little bit more to
give. He was crawling for a space where
he could get behind the counter. I
brought my boot down on his hand and felt it crunch beneath my foot as his high
pitch scream filled the air and he rolled over to clutch his hand to his
chest. The Chinese family who owned the
place was all there, watching it happen; too fast and too violent to respond
yet.
It was time to go. I ran out the door. People were running in every direction. Sid was in the street and he yelled for
me. I caught up with him just as another
guy did and Sid pointed to a spot along a fence twenty yards off. Back lit by the highway I saw two silhouettes
move suddenly in a dash. It was
them. They had no idea where they were
or where to go. We had no time to
regroup. The three of us stalked them
through the neighborhoods that we’d played games like this in throughout our
entire lives. They got lucky. They made it to a gas station with a couple
of cops inside before we ever got to them.
We could see them begging the cops for help through the large glass
windows. The cops hardly cared, but they
were out of our reach then. We moved on
and never saw them again.
It’s not something I’m especially proud
of, but it was something that just had to be done. I estimate that if things had been meant to
be any different the universe wouldn’t have conspired to bring all the pieces
so perfectly together for us. I write
about it just to demonstrate the chaos that had become our lives. This was a fairly savage part of our
existence; nearly the bottom of a long running downward spiral for us in those
days. There had been violence before;
plenty of it, but not like this. It hadn’t always been like this but we had
become addicted to the doom of it all. I
think that Sid and I had it the worst. This
was just before I would finally leave all I knew behind and move far away from
all of my friends. This of course is
just how it had to be. The doom was
seeping in hard and we were all losing control.
If the natural course of events hadn’t sent us all on our own way I’m
certain now that tragedy would be coming for us all, and for some, on the
outskirts of our group, it did come.