There was another timeI literally sat inside some bushes, covered by a green army coat to blend in with the foliage (not camouflage but just army green) FOR ALMOST 8 HOURSand when Ron Anthony finally showed up, exactly as I expected him to do, I caught him off guard and put a Philips head screwdriver through his face.
100% TRUE
He got some licks in on me as well, but I ended up stabbing him through his hand ( he was trying to block my attack, and I swear to God I put the Phillips head screwdriver between them metacarpal bones of his hand, IN THROUGH HIS PALM, AND OUT THE BACK OF HIS HAND)
100% true... that was nothing compared to the whole I put through his face with the screwdriver...
It's actually kind of creepy to talk about and it makes me sick to my stomach to even think about it to be honest
But in moments like that, fight or flight syndrome makes everything seem to suddenly go in "slow motion"
So I still have a photographic snapshot of his facial expression
With my right hand, I plunged the screwdriver directly into his face underneath his left eye
it hit the orbit of his eye, the bone.. it paused for just a second, then it continued downward through his cheek, leaving a tunnel through his face
I still remember his expression, for that one millisecond the screwdriver was still lodged in his face, coming out down through his mouth in the buccal area
His eyes were wide open and looking down the screwdriver lodged underneath his eye
Like I said, he got a couple licks in, and we were both bloody.. but I ended up stabbing him in the shoulder and rib cage has he ran away from me
100% true.... I'm not proud of this, and I'm not bragging because in a way, I'm actually ashamed of myself
the other incident involved me sitting in a Waffle House Restaurant on Piedmont Avenue in Atlanta staking out an apartment complex until the douchebag finally showed up at his friend's apartment
i didn't run. I walked calmly over to the apartment complex, and he had knocked on their apartment door and was still waiting when suddenly he realized I was behind him
That's the guy that started blubbering and crying and apologizing
Like I said, I didn't know what to do
He was shaking.. visibly shaking and crying, so I told him to fuck himself and he's lucky, and I turned around and went back home
by the way, if those three stories LED you to believe I think I'm a tough guy, you would be mistaken
I'm the farthest thing from a tough guy
I'm an artist and a vegetarian and I get nauseated thinking about violence.. I'm definitely not a tough guy
But I'm also not going to back down from anything
I'm NOT a tough guy at all, but I'm also not a fucking coward