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2 Whites, No Guns... Event Date: July, 2004 Written Date: August 20, 2009 This story isn't like the other stories I've posted so far, as this one isn't really funny. It's entertaining, just on a different level. It was summer of 2004 and my friend and I had been working at the shipyard in Virginia for just a few months. While working there, one of the guys we met was a riot to talk to, and he had a wild sense of humor. He (SA) was Puerto Rican, however his name made him sound like a terrorist, especially when he spoke Spanish at a very fast pace. One Friday afternoon I had asked SA (and yes, that is his real nickname he had told us to call him) if there was any place worth going to at night around our area instead of driving 20 minutes to Virginia Beach. It's not that we minded the drive to Virginia Beach, but more like we wanted to stay closer to home that night since we went to VA Beach every weekend. SA started throwing off some clubs and bars that were popular in the area, and when he mentioned one place, Cool Runnings, my friend Hog (who I moved to Virginia with) informed us that a guy in his work crew at the shipyard worked there at night as a bartender. We made arrangements and met up at the bar around 9:00 PM. Outside of the bar were 2 very large security guards. They gave the 3 of us a pat down, checked our ID's and let us in. It was actually a really nice place to go and drink, relax, and have a good time. One side of the room, where the bar was, had a nice atmosphere to it. The bar stood in the back, in an oval shape so that there was never a line for your drinks, and the rest of the room had tables and chairs. The bartender recognized Hog and hooked us up with free drinks, even introduced some new ones to us, and made sure we were taken care of for the night. The room next to us was the dance floors which consisted of a few chairs and high standing tables that lined the walls, and a DJ booth that stood in the back. The 3 of us casually walked into the other side to see what was going on in there, and the strobe lights and people dancing seemed to have a nice relaxed mood to it. We decided to sit at one of the tables and get drunk before we went and made fools out of ourselves. One of the biggest things we noticed after a few minutes is that Hog and I were the only white people in the bar and SA was the only Puerto Rican/Hispanic there. This didn't bother us as working in the shipyard in Virginia will prove, whites will be the minority to every other race, so if you have a problem with any race, you're not going to make it. I mention this because there were some guys there that night that were eyeing, and they looked pretty intimidating. We figured if we didn't bother them, then there wouldn't be any issues. After about an hour of drinking at the table, SA decided to head into the dance club side of the bar, and Hog and I followed. We were all prepared to make a fool out of ourselves, so onto the dance floor we went. Well, I thought we all went onto the dance floor, but it was really just me. I ended up dancing with a very large woman apparently. I don't remember that, but then again, I was drunk. The woman took the visor I was wearing off of my head and put it on hers, whispered "I"m yours for the night" and danced off. I went back to SA and Hog and asked what just happened. They told me some fat girl stole my visor. When I heard this, I went onto the dance floor and scoured the area to find my visor. After a few minutes I had spotted it near the DJ booth, and quickly went back there to claim it back. She gave me a dirty look, but what did I care? I wasn't in the mood for hogging that night. I had enough of that room and went back to the bar. Hog's bartender friend gave me a random drink and I sat on the stool closest to me. As I'm sipping away on my drink (I have no clue what it was) a girl sits next to me and sparks up a conversation.
Girl: You got some balls to be sittin' in here by yourself I looked around and SA and Hog went back into the dance room. Assholes. I felt like a loser because I couldn't prove it.
Girl: So what are you doin' all up in here tonight? No sooner as I was going to ask her what her name was, a police officer had come up and told me to get out of the building. I was confused and couldn't figure out why. I saw SA and Hog with 2 officers behind them escorting them out as well. The officer told me to get out that minute, and apparently didn't care that I had my drink in my hand still. I met up with SA and Hog outside and asked them if they knew what was going on. They had no idea, so we started walking towards the cars. There were a few SUV's parked close to the building, so I randomly walked past them and saw one of the drivers holding up a video camera. He aimed the camera at me so I made some drunk faces and yelled some random obscenities and SA pulled me away.
Me: What the fuck man? SA pulled Hog and I away from the SUV's and walked us towards our cars. As we were walking away, we noticed there had been a circle forming near the entrance to the bar. Interested in what was going on, I turned around and walked closer to the circle. Hog and SA were right behind me as we saw what was about to go down. There were 2 guys in the circle yelling at each other and pushing each other around. We couldn't tell what they were arguing about because everyone in the circle was yelling and cheering. Finally one of the guys makes the first move and throws the first punch. They started boxing for a minute, then the guy who threw the first punch got knocked out. One of his friends (I can only guess since we didn't know them and didn't stick around after this) jumped into the circle. The guy that had been still standing pulled out and gun and fired twice at the friend who jumped in the circle. I stood there frozen. I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed. SA pulled the back of my shirt and turned me around.
SA: RUN! HE'S POINTING AT US Hog and I ran and hid behind my car which wasn't far from where we were standing. SA made a mad dash to his car and took off. Crouched down I took my keys out of my pocket and unlocked the passenger side door. I tossed my keys to Hog and told him to drive because he was more sober than I was. We were planning our escape and how we were going to go about doing so. After a few minutes of planning, 10 police cars showed up with all 20 officers jumping out of their cruisers and drawing their pistols. We made our move and left. After the weekend, I went to work and told the events to one of the guys in my work crew. He informed me that it was his cousin who had been shot. He didn't die, but was seriously injured. Apparently the incident was over a girl and drugs. Whatever. People are stupid.
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