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PART ONE

It was July 1st, 2003 -- the summer before my senior year of high school. I'm almost eighteen and had just been no-showed on a date out of town by a girl on her own birthday. I drive back to my town disappointed, so I decide to ride around the square before going home. In my small town, that's about all the excitement there is to find there. It's how you see who all was around to hang out with each night. I'm also driving a new car I got about a week ago for an early eighteenth birthday present...so I didn't wanna go home on just the sad note of being deserted.

I get to the square and my friend Lodi is there. He's a freshmen who is openly drinking beers from the truckbed in the middle of town this night, so a story seemed sure to be right here. Little did I know...! I pull in and get out, just wanting to catch up a minute. Instead, he points behind me right away with a warning.
"You don't wanna be here tonight."

I turn around and see two people arguing. Trint was an upcoming junior, and he was screaming at the top of his lungs; I later find out he is drunk, high, and pilled up at this time. BK is my age and he always has his distinct cowboy hat on. On this night, he is calmly trying to deescalate the situation -- "Now Trint, just chill the fuck out."

I see the mess brewing and consider Lodi's warning; there is no need for tonight to get any worse. I turn around and start to get back into my car. However, I hear Trint scream my name from behind me. I spin back around and see him storming toward me.

"GET IN YOUR CAR!"

"I will if you step away, okay?"

Trint immediately punches me in my left temple. This should have been game over right away, but I allow it to be strike one. I'm still trying to negotiate with him in an effort to keep my new car safe, but I'm harsher about it now.

"Trint, get the fuck away and I'll leave."

Trint then grabs my new car's door -- strike two -- and slams it on me -- strike three. I've been in many fights before this but I have no desire to be in another fight here. Trint's abusing my passiveness though -- he's probably too scared to fight BK so he's taking it out on me -- so I decide I'm going to make real short work here.

I size Trint up, then I let my legs that were squatting 450 pounds at the time do what I think will be the end of this. I take a step forward with my left leg, then I take my right leg and raise my knee as hard as I can between Trint's legs.

This should have been over right here -- he should have fallen, buckled, screamed, or any sign at all like that so I'd know it was over. Instead, he stumbles back a step and kinda jerks his head in a weird way...so is it really over? I don't take the chance. I'm bench-pressing 230 pounds around this time, and I jab Trint straight in the nose with my right fist.
I instantly know it's a good hit because his nose explodes with blood -- to the point that there was still a puddle of blood on the square the next day -- but Trint is still standing and looking menacingly at me. I panic here and put him in a headlock to figure out what it's gonna take.

Trint's cussing me out from this bad position he's in while I'm yelling at him to leave me alone. I eventually bluff him and said I'll gouge his eyes with my car keys if he doesn't get back, and he thankfully backs off...for a moment. I shove him away and get in my new car to pull aout of there. Trint sticks his head in my open window and screams though, now a bloody mess. He was a horrifying monster in this moment, and it ends with him spitting blood all over my face and new car's interior. With almost no time wasted, I name my new car (Bloody) Mary.

This was a bad day to wear white. I pull into a friend's house first to clean up before I go home, but there's no real help to be had. The side of my shirt is soaked in red from the headlock, there's blood speckled across my face and hair, and it's staining all over the inside of my car. My friend opened his home's door and said "Damn man, where did you bury the body?!" I clean up a little, go home, and explain what happened to my parents. Things are pretty well okay for the moment.

The next day, I get a phonecall at home. My mom answers, asks me to pick up, and stays on the phone when I answer. Trint had called me, telling me to fight him like a man and that he's got two fists and a baseball bat with my name on it. My mom hears all this and jumps in.

"Well, you started it."

A pause.

"Shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch."

I have a window in my bedroom with a view into the kitchen, where I see my mom's jaw drop at this moment. We both hang up and I'm now ready to really whip his ass this time. My parents ground me over this -- not so much because I'm wrong as it is important that I stay smart and safe.

Information trickles in the rest of this week. My friends think I'm THE biggest pussy around for breaking mancode -- like any of them had been forced into as many fights as me before. A police officer I know tells me Trint was bloody and blindly wandering the streets until he got to the police station, where he was complaining about his nose. There were no other complaints from Trint there except his nose -- the police had no awareness of what else had happened to him before the punch. Rumors are quickly told by people I don't know that I study karate...not true.

The biggest info came from Trint's cousin though. She tells me when Trint called me he was actually calling from the hospital. Doctors discovered that a testicle had shattered upon contact, so they cleaned his scrotum's fragments out and replaced the damaged goods with a rubber ball to make things look normal again.

My gut sinks. My parents had always raised me to never hit a man in the privates, and this must be why. I pray for my first time ever that Trint will find peace, but I know deep down this prayer won't be answered anytime soon. I now have a life-long enemy...and we begin school together again in a month.

I really wish my date would have showed up earlier that day. She'll never know how much that changed our lives.

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