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4 Days and 3 Nights of Hell

I'm ready to drop dead from exhaustion. Last night kicked my ass, but that was just the knockout blow. I won't go in to the disaster of the previous days except to say that we've been doing some serious construction on our house, remodeling and rebuilding the master bathroom during the last two weeks. Well, this weekend the whole thing decided to take a dump. I'm not going to dredge up all the details here because I'm almost over it and its almost repaired back to where we were so I'm leaving it alone. But last night pissed me off AND has me exhausted. I'm only typing this now so I don't forget it in case I have to recall details. I usually don't, but you never know. Then, I'm going to bed... for days.
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Here are the details I know: Austin left the house to go out and said he be home around 2:30 am to talk to me and Craig. We waited but he didn't show up. I was pissed off at him for not even coming home the day before to put the stereo back into the Lexus because I'm basically giving to a guy across the street. I'm not giving it to him literally, but he's getting it cheap even though he still has to fix the bushing behind the front wheel where it broke. (the repair man said he'd do it for $120, so its dirt cheap!!!) Anyway, I was pissed that he didn't show up because Craig and I pay his insurance (which, btw is MORE than the full coverage on mine and Craig's two cars COMBINED!!!) as well as his cell phone bill (with his 57 downloaded ringtones. I'm not shitting you on the # of ringtones either. That's literally how many Tmobile is moving, only they have to do it 20 a month!) So I got pissed off and temporarily shut off the cell phone. When he didn't show up by 3 I asked Craig if I should be worried about Austin not being here. (I ALWAYS get a funny feeling, like the hair on the back of my neck standing up when something bad is going to happen- I'll come back to this point) He said, noooooooooo don't worry about it. He's probably just trying to make you worry so you'll turn it back on. I sort of agreed, but I just had "that" feeling... ya know?

Anyway, about 4:30am telling me that he was at Amanda's (his gf) and her roommate's bf had taken several swings at him (and connected) and when Austin just laughed at him because it didn't hurt they guy ran out side, ripped his shirt off and wrapped it around his hand then smashed it through the back passenger door window. Not good!

So I get Craig and we drive over there only to find a house full of drunken idiots. They weren't happy that I was calling the cops because most of them were under the legal drinking age, but the guy that did it IS 21... and he was beyond wasted. Most of them scattered like cockroaches when the light comes on but a few managed to find a set of balls and hang on for Fort Worth's finest (who took 2 HOURS!!!). Obviously, Cory Brazil- the person who vandalized the car, assaulted Austin and then trespassed in Amanda's home had left the scene. We spoke to him and he "promised to pay for the window" (if I interpreted his drunken slurs correctly) but I knew if I left there with the car we'd have nothing when we got home except a car with a broken window.... no witnesses.

The officer, if you want to call him that, finally gets there and gets out of the car with a SERIOUS need for caffeine or our assumptions that he didn't give a shit are correct. Anyway, he asks everyone what happened and I finally find out that this happened right as Austin pulled up and got out of his car. The dude just went ape-shit. Come to find out, little miss room-mate got him a little worked up about Austin because she was pissed off that Austin and Amanda are either back together or not together... I didn't get which. Doesn't matter. He got in Austin's face and Austin just kept walking. (I have ALWAYS told Austin there are only TWO reasons to fight; someone hurt his sister, or he is protecting himself from someone HURTING him... "hurt" being the key word. If someone hits your sister, lay 'em out. If they are hurting you or have you in a corner then you can absolutely swing away. But, if you so much as lift your fists for ANY other reason I will personally kick your ass. And if you happen to land in jail for it you will sit there til a judge sets you free).

So when this kid started hitting Austin, he said it didn't really hurt even though it was coming pretty quick and it kept coming... but he said he sort of laughed and told the guy to "... back the fuck off." Then the guy when after his window then came into the house for round three. Round three involves the gf... who HAD ALREADY MADE UP WITH HIM ON THE PHONE BY THE TIME WE LEFT..... but it is also when Austin found out that Cory had broken the window so he started to go look, not knowing that he was outside still. Then the guy came at him again. Everyone there said this guy was fucking psycho by this time, talking about... "666! Satan will come for you!" And he just came at Austin hard core, so Austin bowed up all 6'4 of himself and let the guy come at him.

The guy knocked the shit out of the side of Austin's head and Austin said, "Ive never been so mad in my life!" He decided that the guy wanted a fight, he'd give him one. At this point... finally, everyone saw that it was about to get ugly and held Austin off. (I'm baffled as to why they held Austin off of him instead of the other way around. WTF were they thinking and why didn't they do anything the first time???)

Anyway, the guy evidently has a warrant for his arrest today on no less than 3 charges. I'm supposed to be able to get the report by the end of the week. If the officer got his fat ass to the freakin' station to even file it.

Here are some pictures, but with the background on my blog it makes it look like there is body damage or something on the car. There isn't except for one place where he kicked or kneed a dent in the rear door but I think that one will pop out in the hot weather. Just the window.
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