My weekend

Last weekend my gay alky neighbor asked if I would help move his friend (um, lets call him... um... chico) into his new apartment. I wasn't too thrilled about spending my Saturday helping someone I barely know move. Especially when I just cut my thumb open the day before, but, well... I'm just a nice guy.

So we get Chico all moved into this apartment that's almost twice the size of mine and all bills paid for a little more than what I pay, and the owner is throwing a party for the tenants that day. Well, my neighbor had already started drinking at 11am or so and it was already getting dark so he was buzzing already. So I went out and got some beer and we stayed there and drank.

Well, we're all having a good time and after about 11 or 12 beers, I'm pretty drunk and trying to figure out how to get a shot of that unopened liquor bottle on one of the tables. But they didn't know the people at that table. So I settled for a couple of hits of a joint that someone was smoking. That did me in. I was totally out of it and Chico told me to go crash on his couch. I figured I'd lay down for just a little while, but the next thing I know, it's like 3 .a.m. and there's someone knocking on the door.

So Chico answers the door and it's the cops looking asking if my gay alky neighbor is there. He says no and the cop asks about me ( I was pretending like I was asleep) and shines the light right in my face. I pretended like I was waking up and I heard someone downstairs yell "That motherfucker threw a brick through my window and ran into that apartment... I think it was that apartment" and then the cop asked some more questions and left.

So I asked Chico what happened and he had no idea. My neighbor wasn't there either. So I just went back to sleep. When I woke up at like 7 or so, I decided to head home and when I got there
my neighbor is sitting on his porch in the same clothes (shorts and a tshirt in 40 degree temps) and he has a big gash on his forehead.

Apparently he got into that bottle of liquor I was eyeing, then somehow got into a fight with someone and got hit in the head with a bottle then when that someone ran into their house, he tried to kick the door down, then threw a brick through the window. Then he walked home without his keys and spent the night outside his apartment.

So he tells me all of this in my apartment while he warms up and tells me he's going to "get that motherfucker" and "This ain't over" and more stuff like that. Then asks me all nicely to take him back over there to get his keys. I was like "Hell NO, your going to try to kick that guys ass. I sure as hell ain't getting involved in this" and somehow I convinced him to stay at my place while I went to get his keys.

That was the last I heard of it. I picked up the keys, and he went home. I haven't seen him since because I've been working late all week and he works in the afternoon. So I have no idea what has happened since. Hopefully nothing and he's just full of hot air.

So... that was my exciting weekend. I think I'm going to stay home from now on...