Monday, February 16, 2009
Thugs Hammer Hapless Victim
4:04 PM: Another senseless beating occurred in Rogers Park this afternoon, as a 911 caller informed police five people were beating up on one person. This happened in broad daylight at Estes and Western. Witnesses said the group of five used bats and hammers to pummel the hapless victim. Police have the names of a couple of the thugs (known offenders). EMS was called to the scene, as the victim was bleeding from the head. The victim was transported to St. Frances Hospital in Evanston. Nothing further at this moment.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
13 comments:
5 dudes on one guy and they still have to use weapons ..... what a bunch of pussss_ies.
I'm sure other people can relate to the fact that when you're stressed and eating food you don't normally eat, bowel movements can be affected. Several years ago, my brother came down with spinal meningitis and encephalitis. He was in intensive care, and needless to say I was a wreck. I was eating nothing but take-out and was completely stressed out.
Well, luckily my brother got much better after a few days. He regained consciousness and was on the mend, so the hospital was moving him to another room. Before they came for him, I got that urge to go to the bathroom -- you know, the kind where you can tell it's not going to be solid, and it's coming whether you're ready or not.
There was a bathroom in a nearby waiting room, so I dodged in and quickly went to the only stall. Only I didn't quite get my pants down and get seated before some diarrhea erupted. I knew I got some on the back of the seat, but I didn't realize the full... breadth... of the situation until I stood up to wipe. When I turned around, I could see that diarrhea had ricocheted off the seat and up the wall so that, believe it or not, there was poo on the tiled wall even to a height reaching over my head.
I'm 5' 10".
It was like someone had let loose a fire hose of poo in there. It was horrible and magnificent at the same time -- although that observation came to me on later reflection, because at the moment all I felt was panic. There were so many emotions running through me that it is hard to put it all into words.
Of course I got a bit on my coat and jeans, but not nearly as much as one might expect. All I could think of was how I needed to get out of there before someone else came in, so I went to the sink and cleaned the poo off my sleeve and pants the best I could, and scrambled out. Adrenaline was pumping, I can tell you that.
I went back just in time to see they were moving my brother. And as I was following behind his wheelchair, we passed the bathroom I had just baptized, and there was a maintenance person there with the door propped open; he was wearing rubber gloves and a grimace.
Later I told my family about my little experience, and now it is a topic that gets brought up every time we come together for holidays.
I had nearly the same experience once. I was really really drunk one night and making an ass out of myself with a new date. I drank about five pitchers of Schiltz Malt Liquor in a bar in Old Town.
I went to relieve myself when I had this sudden urge to puke. Well I made it to the toilet and puked all over a shitter. When I was done, I went to flush, but instead of going down, it all came flying back at me. Well turns out someone had plugged the shit can with a roll of toilet paper and it was one of the pressurized toilets so the puke flew out of the toilet and all over my pants.
Since I had pretty much made an ass of myself, I decided to ditch the babe at the bar. Twice I got into a taxi and the driver kicked me out. I decided to walk over to the park behind the historical society and wipe as much off of my pants on the grass.
Well here I am rolling around trying to get puke off me when two cops on patrol see me humping the lawn. Or at least that's what it appeared like.
The grabbed me by my solders and lifted me up. A grass stained, puked soaked drunk.
They were so disqusted they didn't want to put me in the back of the squad. They called for a wagon, but it was a busy night and we waited for about 5 minutes. Then they got a call. They decided to leave. Told me if I was still there when they got back they would take me in.
By that time I just decided to crawl under a bush. By morning I was pretty ripe.
I tell this story at the 12 program and it's always gets a rousing cheer.
Craig, Thanks for the update on spinal meningitis and encephalitis in Rogers Park. I will tell my family about it, and I'm sure it will become a topic that gets brought up whenever we gather for the holidays. As for the five dudes on one guy, well, isn't that smarter than one on one? I mean, you want overwhelming strength in a fight, right?
Perhaps the guy who got beat up should've smeared himself in the above listed materials our readers mentioned before he walked the neighborhood?
What is it about poop and this blog spot?
A person is badly beaten and that's what you find important to tell us about.
What, did he have the shit beat out of him?
Long John that SHIT is hilarious!
hopefully this was thug-on-thug violence. Sounds like it.
Whose the goofball telling urban legend type stories here? I think he/she is trying to hijack your blog.
Especially since RP30 finds it hilarious. Hmmm....
With all these thugs, I sure would love to play Dexter for a little bit....
Do I see sheets of plastic in their future?
I heart the R.P.
Nice post........for me to poop on!
I don't see what any of the shit commentary has to do with the post. Not funny.
I hope one day while I'm taking a nice shit, one of you gets beaten until your head bleeds. You're ignorant, if you're trying to relate "Okey", you missed the mark and I can't find a way to interpret these comments as inoffensive.
This commentary is sad- a person was beaten by five other people, I know it's the internet, but lets be mindful of the reality beyond the screen.
Post a Comment