How I Survived the Battle Cry: Buy Me One!

2 days ago

Violence has never been an option for me. I'd rather lose than have to exchange blows with someone else. However, I haven't always been able to avoid physical aggression against me.

I was still a teenager. It was one of the first times I went out alone with my friends to party. It was the holiday season. Carnival days. We were three friends in the middle of the crowd, enjoying the music, beer, and new experiences. Everything went fine while we were among the multitude. The situation would get complicated a few hours later, late at night when we had to head home.

One of my friends lived nearby, so we dropped him off at his house without any trouble. A few meters later, my other friend and I were chatting and talking about funny things. We never expected anything weird would happen to us.

Until, from a park near where we were passing, someone in a group of several people sitting there asked us the time. We didn't have a watch, so that was our response. From over there, they “suggested” that we should buy one, but my friend, with no ability to detect danger, fired back almost automatically: 'Buy me one!'

Up until then, I thought nothing would come of it, until a few steps later, a stone landed very close to us. We looked back and saw a whole gang of at least 6 or 7 older guys ready to beat us up. We froze, and that's when they caught up to us. I reacted to the first slap... or rather, my friend reacted, because he started running like a gazelle sensing danger.

As soon as I saw him flee, I unleashed my hidden powers and ended up teaching them a lesson. Nah, just kidding, that didn't happen. What I did was run just as fast, or faster, than my friend.

I could hear the voices of those delinquents very close behind me, and I didn't stop until I couldn't hear them anymore. Luckily, they gave up quickly. Seems they were drunk or maybe just wanted to have some fun bullying defenseless people.

I met up with my friend and told him how dumb he'd been to say that phrase. Today I laugh as I tell you this story, but at that moment it was very traumatic. It's funny that I was the most affected, even though it was my friend who "gifted" those thugs the excuse. But oh well, here we are, remembering a violent story on a lovely Weekend.

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