To start out, I wanted to say that this was the single most terrifying experience of my entire existence.. even now, my hands are still trembling but I'll be sure to use spellcheck like a madman to keep this story as readable as I can. My wife is helping me write this too. I never should have gotten involved.. but things just escalated beyond my control..
Okay.. so where to begin... well.. I can tell you that right now I'm sitting up in a hospital bed all fucked up. I have a broken jaw, 3 missing teeth, and I'm in a lot of pain. I've got my trusty laptop here too (yeah, I'm a trooper.. can't stay away from WickedFire). My arms and legs (my second most valuable appendages) are scraped up a little but in working condition thankfully.. I'm on a couple different pain killers, but I can't move my neck very well and it hurts to move anyways so I'm trying to stay as still as possible.
Oh yeah, get this.. my camcorder was also stolen during the fight (had some family videos on it). Anyhow.. it's late and I should be getting some rest, but I will after I write this up.. I wanted to document it while it was still clear in my head.
Alright, so I'll start from the beginning. My buddy (Michael) and I always take the same bus home after work. We both knew the bus driver (Jim) very well too since he's been doing the same route for 6+ years now, he's friendly and he's gotten to know our family pretty well (we've exchanged pictures of our kids and his grandkids during the drive). So yesterday I had told him that I had a video on my camcorder (it's one of those sleek-looking black Samsung flashcam's) of my son who just started walking a few days ago and he asked if I could bring it with me and show him.
So it's the end of the day and Mike and I get on the bus (we sit at our normal spots up front) heading home. We're about 15 minutes into the drive, when his huge CRAZY looking dude gets onto the bus and yells at Jim about how he's in a hurry and to drive faster. What an fucking asshole I had thought.. Oh right, you could smell his body odor a mile away. He smelled like one of those homeless guys that live underneath the piers down by the beach. The other passengers were all avoiding eye contact with the guy. He kept talking to himself, mumbling, his legs were shaking, and he was clinging to some little box in his hands while rocking back-and-forth like he was craddling his child!! I thought for sure he was high and the box probably had his stash or something.. I wasn't really watching, but Mike whispered to me that he kept staring at us.
Okay, so back to the story - you could tell that all the passengers were a little nervous having this guy aboard. I could see Jim, and he kept looking back in the mirror watching the guy and you could tell he was getting really nervous. Sooo... I figured now would be a good time to relax him, and show him that video of my son to perhaps calm him down. I go up to the front of the bus, and pull the camcorder out of the pocket and jokingly stick it in his back and say "This is a stick up, give me your transfer passes Jim.. hahaha.." Yeah, I know.. stupid joke. So I pop open the LCD on the side, and I'm about to start playing the video.. but this is where things get really fucked up.
Apparently that guy FOLLOWED me or something to the front and was standing RIGHT FUCKING BEHIND ME. I stand back up and turn around, and he's toe-to-toe with me, breathing heavy and staring at me. My heart started racing.. and that guy just kept staring at me with these crazy eyes. I said something to him, but I can't remember what exactly it was now.. I was just probably trying to be funny since humor has also been my defense mechanism when I get a little nervous. He tells me to look inside his box and motions me towards it, and I instinctively looked down....
At first I could see some blood, then I noticed it. A HUMAN BODY PART. I shit you not.. this guy was carrying around BLOODY FUCKING BODY PARTS in the box.. I was like HOLY SHIT!! I just stood there speachless, stunned and scared shitless.. I couldn't move, just froze.. and to make matters worse, he was blocking the path too, the bus was travelling fast, and I had nowhere to go. Then suddenly out of nowhere, he swings at me and punches me right in the stomach. I'm totally winded, gasping for air while he punches me a second time to my right side.. Everything was happening so fast, I wanted to just crawl up into a ball. Then, I saw the guys feet start moving backwards and I thought he was backing off, when suddenly I saw his fist come back up underneath by me (I thought at the time he was going for my neck or something) and just fucking blew my head back up (bad whiplash). That was the hardest I've EVER been punched in my entire life. I collasped to the ground and blacked out. (Mike told me later that I was out for what he felt like forever because of the follow up commotion, but it was probably only 2 minutes or so.)
I come to, laying on the ground.. my heads pounding, I'm disoriented, hearing ringing noises in my ears, seeing spots, and I'm in terrible pain. There's blood all over the floor (didn't even know at the time that is was mine), all over my hands and my clothes. I could hear terrified screaming on the bus, women and even men are screaming and yelling like crazy, and people were pushing each other to get off the bus. I knew that the other passengers were just terrified but I was thinking about myself too much to really care.. I get up, and I see Jim lying on the ground too. (All I could think was that the freak attacked him too.) Then, I see that the fucking nutcase is DRIVING the bus like crazy all over the road and sidewalk.. outside I could see some people jumping out of the way of the bus. THE BUS IS OUT OF CONTROL! All I could think of was stopping the bus and getting off, so I grab the guy from behind with both arms around his next and try to pull him off the seat, while at the same time trying to manuever myself to reach the brakes and stop the bus. I'm spitting up blood all over the place while this is happening too.. my entire body in pain. He starts punching me again and then grabs me with one hand and starts yanking me back-and-forth like a ragdoll.
This guy had some crazy crack induced fucking RETARD-STRENGTH.. I couldn't do shit. Suddenly, he slammed on his breaks and kicks me.. I fall backwards, and out through the front door, scraping my hands and knees on the way out and hitting pavement. People are still screaming, and trying to get off the bus.. I could see people pouring out of the back and a couple guys escaped out through the front nearly trampling me.. No one was helping me at all during the entire time, they just ran like frightened children...
The bus started moving again, but thankfully Mike had gotten off and ran towards me. He checked on me, and starting calling 911 for an ambulance and the cops. I just lied there for 20-30 minutes or so until help arrived.. and that's the story of what was supposed to be a normal innocent day.
When the cops came in later to speak to me at the hospital, they still didn't know who the guy was and where he was. Get this: the bus was apparently found abandoned outside ANOTHER hospital! WTF.
So that was today.. an unprovoked attack, brutally attacked and sucker punched, and my camcorder was stolen (I'm pretty sure he took it) all by some crazy looking dude with tall hair, smelled like the beach, and was carrying around that stupid looking Cracker Jack box.
Okay.. so where to begin... well.. I can tell you that right now I'm sitting up in a hospital bed all fucked up. I have a broken jaw, 3 missing teeth, and I'm in a lot of pain. I've got my trusty laptop here too (yeah, I'm a trooper.. can't stay away from WickedFire). My arms and legs (my second most valuable appendages) are scraped up a little but in working condition thankfully.. I'm on a couple different pain killers, but I can't move my neck very well and it hurts to move anyways so I'm trying to stay as still as possible.
Oh yeah, get this.. my camcorder was also stolen during the fight (had some family videos on it). Anyhow.. it's late and I should be getting some rest, but I will after I write this up.. I wanted to document it while it was still clear in my head.
Alright, so I'll start from the beginning. My buddy (Michael) and I always take the same bus home after work. We both knew the bus driver (Jim) very well too since he's been doing the same route for 6+ years now, he's friendly and he's gotten to know our family pretty well (we've exchanged pictures of our kids and his grandkids during the drive). So yesterday I had told him that I had a video on my camcorder (it's one of those sleek-looking black Samsung flashcam's) of my son who just started walking a few days ago and he asked if I could bring it with me and show him.
So it's the end of the day and Mike and I get on the bus (we sit at our normal spots up front) heading home. We're about 15 minutes into the drive, when his huge CRAZY looking dude gets onto the bus and yells at Jim about how he's in a hurry and to drive faster. What an fucking asshole I had thought.. Oh right, you could smell his body odor a mile away. He smelled like one of those homeless guys that live underneath the piers down by the beach. The other passengers were all avoiding eye contact with the guy. He kept talking to himself, mumbling, his legs were shaking, and he was clinging to some little box in his hands while rocking back-and-forth like he was craddling his child!! I thought for sure he was high and the box probably had his stash or something.. I wasn't really watching, but Mike whispered to me that he kept staring at us.
Okay, so back to the story - you could tell that all the passengers were a little nervous having this guy aboard. I could see Jim, and he kept looking back in the mirror watching the guy and you could tell he was getting really nervous. Sooo... I figured now would be a good time to relax him, and show him that video of my son to perhaps calm him down. I go up to the front of the bus, and pull the camcorder out of the pocket and jokingly stick it in his back and say "This is a stick up, give me your transfer passes Jim.. hahaha.." Yeah, I know.. stupid joke. So I pop open the LCD on the side, and I'm about to start playing the video.. but this is where things get really fucked up.
Apparently that guy FOLLOWED me or something to the front and was standing RIGHT FUCKING BEHIND ME. I stand back up and turn around, and he's toe-to-toe with me, breathing heavy and staring at me. My heart started racing.. and that guy just kept staring at me with these crazy eyes. I said something to him, but I can't remember what exactly it was now.. I was just probably trying to be funny since humor has also been my defense mechanism when I get a little nervous. He tells me to look inside his box and motions me towards it, and I instinctively looked down....
At first I could see some blood, then I noticed it. A HUMAN BODY PART. I shit you not.. this guy was carrying around BLOODY FUCKING BODY PARTS in the box.. I was like HOLY SHIT!! I just stood there speachless, stunned and scared shitless.. I couldn't move, just froze.. and to make matters worse, he was blocking the path too, the bus was travelling fast, and I had nowhere to go. Then suddenly out of nowhere, he swings at me and punches me right in the stomach. I'm totally winded, gasping for air while he punches me a second time to my right side.. Everything was happening so fast, I wanted to just crawl up into a ball. Then, I saw the guys feet start moving backwards and I thought he was backing off, when suddenly I saw his fist come back up underneath by me (I thought at the time he was going for my neck or something) and just fucking blew my head back up (bad whiplash). That was the hardest I've EVER been punched in my entire life. I collasped to the ground and blacked out. (Mike told me later that I was out for what he felt like forever because of the follow up commotion, but it was probably only 2 minutes or so.)
I come to, laying on the ground.. my heads pounding, I'm disoriented, hearing ringing noises in my ears, seeing spots, and I'm in terrible pain. There's blood all over the floor (didn't even know at the time that is was mine), all over my hands and my clothes. I could hear terrified screaming on the bus, women and even men are screaming and yelling like crazy, and people were pushing each other to get off the bus. I knew that the other passengers were just terrified but I was thinking about myself too much to really care.. I get up, and I see Jim lying on the ground too. (All I could think was that the freak attacked him too.) Then, I see that the fucking nutcase is DRIVING the bus like crazy all over the road and sidewalk.. outside I could see some people jumping out of the way of the bus. THE BUS IS OUT OF CONTROL! All I could think of was stopping the bus and getting off, so I grab the guy from behind with both arms around his next and try to pull him off the seat, while at the same time trying to manuever myself to reach the brakes and stop the bus. I'm spitting up blood all over the place while this is happening too.. my entire body in pain. He starts punching me again and then grabs me with one hand and starts yanking me back-and-forth like a ragdoll.
This guy had some crazy crack induced fucking RETARD-STRENGTH.. I couldn't do shit. Suddenly, he slammed on his breaks and kicks me.. I fall backwards, and out through the front door, scraping my hands and knees on the way out and hitting pavement. People are still screaming, and trying to get off the bus.. I could see people pouring out of the back and a couple guys escaped out through the front nearly trampling me.. No one was helping me at all during the entire time, they just ran like frightened children...
The bus started moving again, but thankfully Mike had gotten off and ran towards me. He checked on me, and starting calling 911 for an ambulance and the cops. I just lied there for 20-30 minutes or so until help arrived.. and that's the story of what was supposed to be a normal innocent day.
When the cops came in later to speak to me at the hospital, they still didn't know who the guy was and where he was. Get this: the bus was apparently found abandoned outside ANOTHER hospital! WTF.
So that was today.. an unprovoked attack, brutally attacked and sucker punched, and my camcorder was stolen (I'm pretty sure he took it) all by some crazy looking dude with tall hair, smelled like the beach, and was carrying around that stupid looking Cracker Jack box.
Unless of course some titties show up in here.
lol.