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Originally Posted by remps88
i wanna hear the "other story"! sounds interesting! :P
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This may not be the place for it but here goes.
Back when I was sixteen I was in a bit of a Nirvana rip off Grunge band, the rhythm guitarist was a sixteen year old girl who was friends with me at the time (still is), I was lead guitarist and singer.
We were sitting jamming some tunes in our school's back music room with a couple of mates when this bloke
(I won't use names) came in accusing me of telling his gf that he cheated on her.
He had his big redneck friend on one side and his smaller cronie on the other.
I confirmed that I told her, I then told him he was a cowardly cheat - all the time I was talking, I was playing
*IIRC* "Fade to Black" by Metallica, which in retrospect is quite funny.
He kept saying that he wanted to take it outside, I told him I
really didn't want to have to hurt him - I'm not trying to blow smoke up my behind but I'm a big lad and I know how to handle myself.
I was sitting on a table with the guitar on my knee, as is the usual position.
He picked up a typical school chair; tubular steel frame, plastic seat and backrest. He swung the chair aiming at my head, I blocked the chair with my left hand and swung the neck of the "Valencia" acoustic guitar up into my right hand while holding onto the chair with my left.
*I was holding the guitar like a club*
"I don't want to have to hurt you," I said, still somehow calm.
"Nah, you're a *uses every swear word in existence*, I'm gonna drop you"
I laughed at him, which
probably wasn't the best way to diffuse the situation.
He then kicked out at me,
I dropped the guitar and smacked him across the face.
My mates (who hadn't backed me up one little bit) stayed silent when I told him to leave and stop being such a muppet.
...I think he may have had had a bit of a sulk about that... after having a bit of a cry
The only person that backed me up was the female rhythm guitarist, I'd prefer to fight Chuck Norris than her any day.
A couple of weeks after that, my guitar was vandalised at school.
He tried to fight me at a house party, I ended up snapping and putting him down after he got violent. I don't like using violence but some people just can't be told.
Thats exactly the way it happened, I can't remember the whole conversation but it was much longer than that.
I think at some point he insulted my girlfriend (been with her currently since 2009 - which is the year this happened) so that would've been why I gave him a bit of tough love.
Anyway, its no super awesome story.