July 22, 2002 - Monday | 10:10 AM, CST

There was a fight last night!

A fight???

Yes, a fight.

A fist fight?

No. But close!

Well what happened?!?!

Thats what I'm trying to tell you! Now, here's how the story goes...

As you all know, Bloomer lives with his sister and brother-in-law. His other sister lives across town with Bill White, who is a penis head. In any case, times were going bad for the couple, and Heather (Bloomer's abused-wife sister) was staying with the Bloomer's with her three kids.

Bill didn't like that, as most controlling and abusive guys like for their actions to be hidden from the public. So up he drives in his Chevy, and parks in the Bloomers' driveway. (Bloomer was at my house when he pulled up).

"Well shit," I thought to myself as Bloomer marched over there to tell him to leave, "I don't want to be the only one here available to back his ass up." But luckily, Zach rode in on his mom's one-cylinder hog, and joined me out in the road (after the two of us removed unnecessary clothing that could become entangling should we be involved in the scuffle).

As we watched and waited, Bloomer stood at the bottom of the steps yelling while Bill talked to the girls inside the house. He then went around to the back of the house, went inside, and told Bill to leave.

Just then, Jason and Bryan arrived in the Stang. Bloomer came out from the back of the house, and asked Mom to call the police. The five of us walked across the street, with Bloomer in the lead. By this time, Bill had wormed his way into the house, and was standing just inside by the screen door.

Bloomer entered the house, and told him to leave. He didn't, so Bloomer told him he'd be removed if he didn't leave. He didn't leave, so Bloomer began pushing him out the door.

When he put his hands on Bill and began pushing towards the door, Bill grabbed his head and threw him back.

"Oh no you don't, motherfucker," I heard Jason say as the four of us bounded up the stairs.

Bryan was first to the door, with Jason still almost to the stairs and Zach and I close behind him. Bloomer threw open the door, and flung Bill out. He threw a wild punch at Bryan, which he easily dodged. Caught off guard, Bill was unable to stop Bryan from grabbing him by the waist, and throwing him down the flight of front steps. He tumbed down, his fist still horizontal to his body in a blind, uncontrolled swing. He broke the neck off a concrete goose and wooden railing supports as he fell.

The three of us took a step back to avoid the fist, as Bill fought to maintain his balance once he hit the ground. He stood, turned around as if to make it back up the stairs, only to be met by Jason, Zach, and I closing in, and Bryan and Bloomer rushing down the stairs.

As drunkenly stupid as he was, he thought better of that situation, tucked his tail between his legs, and ran to his truck. Bloomer stood in front of the truck door, with the four of us making a semi-circle around the driver's side. Bill pulled a knife from the dashboard, and held it up for us to see. Bloomer screamed at him to get the hell out, and never come back again.

He put the knife away, and slowly backed out of the drive and went home. The cops showed up a few minutes later, told us that everything we did was legal, and if he ever set foot on the property again, Bill would be arrested.

Blam-shit!

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