Hopefully, this rant will help me contain the absolutely pure, raw hatred I feel right now. If it doesn’t, well, I may be in for some therapy sessions.
My “not-really-family” little brother is a very sweet guy. I’ve mentioned him on the boards before. Collin is a kind, loving, goofy guy who loves everyone. I’ve referenced his band here, and I had them listed in my sig. He is my sweetheart, my dear, the baby-brother I never had. We always introduce each other as “my big sister” or “my little brother”, because we love each other so much. He is only 2 years younger than me, so we’ve always had the same friends and hung out and done the same things together.
One of his friends, Jay, (not his real name) recently got dumped by his girlfriend. She kicked Jay out of the house, so he went to stay with Collin. Jay has some issues, and first and foremost is that he is a raging, hateful, bastard of a drunk. A week ago, he went to the store (drunk off his ass) to buy beer, and when the cashier refused to sell it to him, he threw a brick through the glass door and took off. That should have been a sign, but apparently Collin didn’t know about it until a day or so ago. Thanksgiving night, Collin, his roommates, and Jay went out and hit a couple of bars. Collin’s friend drove them home in her father’s new truck. She told Jay that he could not smoke in the truck, because it wasn’t hers. Jay, of course, became enraged, because he was told he couldn’t do something. He didn’t smoke, but he bitched and argued with Collin the whole way home.
When they got to Collin’s house, Collin got out of the truck, moved the seat forward, and offered a hand to Jay to help him out of the back seat. Jay took this opportunity to dive out of the truck and tackle Collin. Then he proceded to beat the ever-living shit out of him. He smashed Collin’s face into the corner of the tool box in the bed of the truck, broke his nose, ripped his face open, and pounded him on the concrete of the driveway. It took 3 guys to pull him off of Collin. My friend got Collin in the house, and proceded to clean him up. They called the police, and told the cops that they were going to the hospital. Meanwhile, another friend went outside and told Collin’s roommate to get Jay out of there, because they were bringing Collin back out to take him to the hospital. So, the roommate took Jay to the hospital, as Jay either dislocated or broke his finger in the attack. (I personally hope it shattered into a million pieces, and sent shards of bone into his bloodstream, which will eventually do something rotten to him. Yes, I’m that mean/pissed about this.)
Well, Dumbass Roommate took Jay to the same hospital that Collin was being taken to. When they walked Collin in the room, Jay got up and ran at Collin, because he was going to attack him AGAIN!.
Thank God, my friends got Jay out of there, and Collin got treated. A broken nose, 38 stitches in the face, two black eyes, and the entire inside of his mouth is just raw from being beaten. Apparently, if Jay had moved just a little bit when smashing Collin’s face into the truck, Collin would have lost his eye.
I am so enraged by what happened, that all I can do is think mean, evil, spiteful, horrible thoughts. I am not a violent person, and I would never physically take any action on Jay. I found about this today, and I keep thinking, “if I see this motherfucker on the street, he better pray that God strikes him down dead right then and there, because I will hurt him more than he’s ever hurt in his life.” I want him to suffer. I want to be the one who beats him within inches of his life, and then lets him heal, only to repeat the process over and over again. He’s known Collin for years, he knows that Collin is not a guy who will get in a fight. I want him to take on someone his own size, like me, who actually posesses the skill to fight him back and beat his punk ass. Of course, I’m not going to do anything about it except bitch and write a pit thread.
He is going to be arrested today; Collin had to fill out a bunch of paperwork, and that’s difficult to do when you can’t see because both of your eyes have been beaten shut. I’m glad he’s getting arrested, because it will keep him out of my line of sight. (I would definitely not be able to sit in the same room with someone like that, and I have no intention of avoiding my favorite places because of this shitstain.) I hope Jay goes to jail for a long time, and I hope he gets beaten and tortured there. I hope he gets violated like he violated Collin, and I hope it happens over and over again. I hope he becomes someone’s bitch, and I hope they use him as a toilet plunger when the toilet stops up. I hope he gets festering wounds that get chewed on at night by rats. I hope he finds a strange trail of slimy, disgusting bugs in his bed, and finds the source of the trail at the end of his dick. I hope he develops permanant, gushing hemmorhoids. I hope he gets a violent case of Montezuma’s Revenge, and someone superglues his every orifice shut. And then I hope he wakes up and does it all again the next day.
Ok. I kind of feel better.