EPTTwo saturdays ago, I woke up in a hospital bed screaming my head off, woke up again 3 hours later, saw my family there and that was when I was concerned. 30 hours or so later I found out I had been killed in my sleep. Yeah, literally, someone while i was sleeping took a baseball bat and beat my head in with it. The damage? My pride is the number one, I can't go out in the sun for 6 months because the sun would tan the scars and make them visable, and I have a lot of them, a broken head, a broken right cheek bone, a swollen eye (gone down almost completely), a ruptered eye (all the blood vessels in my eye popped it'll go away but it looks sweet), and missing $1300, can't work for a while, and am out of my current business in which I was making 4k a month doing absolutely nothing. Also, a lot of my belongings are gone, including my $2,000 bed orthopedic california king size bed. Shitty cops, cops are worthless and I've never respected them, this not being the case, they just happened to show up at the hospital and got a report =(. They have 100% of the evidence, in fact found my blood soaked pillow in the dumpster behind the store that the guy who did it to me presently LIVES at, know who he is, name and all, and are "gathering evidence" aka no arrest made and never will be an arrest. Shitty landlord, I paid her $900 rent 4 hours before my head got utterly smashed in and now she's withholding that, as well as not letting me in my old place or even near it. Now, my dilemma, I know the kid who did it.
He was a guy I (illegally) used to fight with on the same team, kimbo type shit in Miami, and he also happened although a fighter by profession was a geek, just like me and went to the same cafe as me 24/7 and played DOTA (I played SC). So, I found out he was homeless for 3 days about 2 and a half months ago because he spent every last penny of his to bond his mom out of jail. He's always had income, and a stable job as long as I've known him, so I took him in and we found a place for both of us and we'd split the rent. I paid the move-in security, first month, etc also expecting that back. Never came, so after 2 months since I'd see this guy everyday I decided to tell him we're both being evicted, so I wouldn't have to explain to him that he's a useless bum and have hostility at the place we go daily, especially since I'm a co-founder of this cafe 6 years ago. Not to mention, there is even a drug operation out of this cafe, the last thing they need is drama there so all around it was a good decision on my part as far as I'm concerned. So, the day I was kicking him out, he bashed my skull in and took the $400 that was in my pocket. Shitty huh? Yeah, especially since I died 18x in the hospital, with 3 revivals, I came back naturally the other times. They stopped counting the stitches in my head, literally and just called it "a long stitch". 8 years of school to come up with "a long stitch" =) I had them taken out yesterday when they informed me that I couldn't go out in the sun for 6 months. The plus side, my motor skills are at around 75% and I can eat normal meals, and I can talk extremely normal how I used to talk if I just focus on the conversation, otherwise you're going to hear DURR DURR DURR. DURR DURR DURR is slang for me just slurring =P. Although I have no short term memory, don't know if its permanent or not, but I cannot remember shiitttt. So, I've been having a huge argument in my head for the past week, I'm heavily involved in the streets locally where I live, in fact very heavily almost celebrity status, but I always preached to people about karma and good business because what goes around comes around. I'm also despite what every single person who knows me in real life thinks, a really religious guy. So my argument has been "kill that mother fucker, or have anyone I know do it, and his whole fuckin family too" and that makes me near hard every time I think of it. But then "What goes around comes around" and with my past, that is the last fucking thing I want to look forward to (not saying I've done bad things I'm saying could-be a lot of trouble with the law). Then I think about Luke in the bible, how he says judge thou how thou shall be judged by the Lord, and basically an entire page of how it says "Whatever you do, God will do to you".
Also, if you're wondering about his family, his fucking mother woke me up at 8am everyday (I worked at 5pm-1am) bugging the shit out of me, called the cops on me saying I killed her son and am hiding the body like a month ago because they have a shitty relationship and he dodges her. And, the day of the whole shit, she went in my house and took my bloody bedsheet, scrubbed the wall for some blood, and took his shirt that had my handprints on it because I guess I tried stopping him (landlady saw it). If you're wondering how I got to the hospital as well, fucking kid got spooked when he thought I was dead, and to try to cover it up, he called my friend to bring some of my other friends and "bring me to the hospital" which in his mind meant dump off a dead body. Too bad I wasn't dead, and didn't die fucker.
So, I mean theres more to it and because I have shit ass brainpower right now I'm sure I'm forgetting things, but feel free to ask questions, and take time to think it through before you tell me what'd you do. But I am interested to know.
