When I was married to my ex-wife, she told me that the guy I beat had “fucked her best friend in her sleep.” I already didn’t like the guy because he would spend nights over at my house with my ex and her best friend when I was away. He also made fun of me for being “weak” for taking medications for depression and psychosis.

So when he called my house that same day that my ex told me that, I was irate and threatened him and told him to never come to my house again. Well, he showed up at my front door about an hour later with his buddy to kick my ass. I fought both of them, and his buddy cut my eye which I needed stitches for later (he was wearing rings). After his buddy cut my eye, I didn’t go down but yelled, “you fucker!” and I stood my ground. He must have been, well, I don’t know what he thought but he told me to fight the alleged rapist. I walked up to the guy and jacked him in the face, and I kept hitting him. He didn’t go down as I expected him to but kept ahold of my shirt with his clenched fist. So, I kept hitting him in a rage. Mind you I was rushing with adrenaline from the cut eye. He still didn’t go down but kept clutching my shirt. I finally stopped when his buddy said something. I can’t remember what he said, but I realized that I had done enough. His buddy helped him to their truck, and it was over.

This guy’s best friend from high school is a Sheriff’s deputy in that county. Even though I was never charged by the DA because no jury would ever convict me, I’ve been harassed by the police ever since. I’ve also been under surveillance ever since.

Oh well.