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Author: MacRua |
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Date Posted: Fri, Dec 10 2004, 8:14:22 In reply to: Pablo 's message, "Mac Rua's foot special story evoking questions!!!" on Thu, Aug 05 2004, 0:24:23 but better late than never ;)) ----------------------------- MY LEFT FOOT and others I was on vacation in Yaremche, it's Carpathians. Was introduced to local lads and we drank together. That day we were drinking beer, then went to a football match in another town – they invited me as one of them was a big football fan. We had two pints of beer at first, then we left for Bogorodchany, the town where the match took place (local teams played, Bogorodchany vs. Yaremche). We found a stadium there; found a shop. Bought 2 bottles of vodka (0,7 l each, 1,5 l in total) 2 l of juice My girlfriend bought beer coz she doesn't drink vodka. That monkey lads bought bananas... We took our places and started to drink. Two matches were played, juniors and adults. Juniors finished 1:1. By that time we had drunk the first bottle of vodka (three of us together; the girl was drinking beer and another lad was drinking juice coz he drove the car). Adults came 2:2. The second bottle was finished. I got excited... I remember we were packing into the car... ... but since that moment my memories became fragmentary. My girl told me later that one of the lads invited us to his friend, who was "good storyteller and a very funny guy", but I think they just promised another round, so I agreed and some time later we found ourselves at somebody's house. The host was out. Somebody left and came back with another bottle and chocolate cakes. I was glad to get a cake as I hadn't eaten since the day before. Then the host came but paying a look at us he refused to stay with us. Then one of the two lads (the third had been lost before, I think) and my girl decided to leave. She asked me if I was going too but I refused as the conversation with the last lad seemed to be very interesting and important. She knew that urging would be useless and left us alone. Our booze-up came to a sensitive stage... ... you know, companions become brothers, start hugging, kissing, crying at each other's shoulders... I hate all that shite so when I noticed that we were coming to it, I made an effort and tried to change the topic. Instead of the next hug, I said something nasty, I think. I can't remember exactly but lad was shocked. He asked me not to say it but I started to enjoy the situation and just showed him a finger... or two. I forgot he wasn't used to it. My friends don't mind at all, you know. They just don't give a fuck or show me a finger as well, it was never regarded as a problem. But that lad was getting furious... and I was just mocking. As he became agressive, I lost my interest and decided it was time to go home. I also recollected that my girl had gone, it meant she could be offended, so I had to go. But he didn't want to let me leave, he started to catch me by hands and things. The more he tried to stop me, the more more I longed to leave. It must have been a funny struggle, I guess, considering that I could hardly stand. Finally he gave me a kick to my mouth. Not hard at all, he was sitting, I was standing, so.... But I felt that jokes were over and did my best to break to the door. It was on the second floor. To leave the house I had to run down the stairs. I think another struggle took place at the top of the stairs and then I don't know... Maybe I just fell, maybe he helped it, it's hard to say but I rolled down. I didn't waste time to put my boots on and ran onto the street only in socks He didn't follow me (I don't know why, maybe my flight down the stairs scared him, actually I could have fractured my neck). It was about 10 pm, raining, and I limped through Yaremche to the house where we rented a room. And there... Seems the guy phoned them (he was a friend of hosts' son) coz they were awaiting me. They were shocked. I smile now when I remember their faces. And my girlfriend stood somewhere in the background with wide-opened eyes and mouth. Well, I started the second part of the show. I asked for a phone to call the police coz I was attacked, you know. They asked what had happened but I agreed to talk to the police only, nobody else! The more they refused to give me the phone, the more I insisted. It was their mistake, they should have given me the fucking phone as I wouldn't be able to push any button anyway. But I liked the game, it was going round and round: "I want to call the police - no, don't do it, look at yourself, you're drunk, they'll arrest you - I don't give a fuck! Give me the phone I want to call the police..." I was just kidding and tried to give a hint to my girlfriend coz she was scared. I was winking at her, meaning "I'm OK, it's just a show" but it scared her even more (as she confessed later). She thought it was delirium tremens. Well, bored to death with all that "give me - we won't!", I said OK, turned around and went to their neighbours. They didn't expect it. They expected I would rather fall in their hall... So before they could stop me, I was standing in front of the neighbours' door. I was knocking and asking for the same thing - "give me a phone please, I have to make a call!" They didn't have mercy, they didn't open the fucking door. By that time, the sons of the hosts ran to me and pulled me away, back to their yard. When they put me back in the middle of their hall, I started all again but totally lost my interest during the second round, I think. I was too tired to continue, so I let them took me upstairs, wash my feet and put me into the bed. THE END or THE END OF PART 1 coz 12 days later I discovered I had fractured my leg. I spent two days in bed in Yaremche first. By the way, my girl felt guilty, so she did her best to please me... She just refused to buy me a drink. Then we had to go home, so I was walking for 2 days till I got home, there I spent another five days... it was my vacation anyway. Then I had to go to work and I did it twice! But loads of fresh bruises appeared, so I made a decision to show my leg to a doctor. And he found fibula's fracture. THE END [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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