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UER Forum > Journal Index > Longbow's Journal > New Years 2002 (Viewed 1848 times)
New Years 2002
entry by longbaugh 
11/26/2004 3:14 AM

It's 9 pm on friday night, today is the 31st day of december 2002. Supposedly there is going to be this huge party tonight somewhere out in Pelion S.C. My friend Jamie is supposed to give me more info about it later today. Right now I am not in the best mood because I have to be at work tomorrow at 7 in the morning. How gay is that? No drinking for me tonight, hell I probably won't even go out. Well, Jamie called me about ten minutes ago and gave me some directions. Im going to meet him at a gas station at 9:30 and then I'll follow him to the party. I will let you know how it goes.
Holy shit! I need to write this down before I forget about it. (like that will ever be possible) Its about 4 am and I just got back home from that party I was telling you about. I met Jamie at the gas station at 9:30 and followed him to the party. The place was on a dirt road WAY out in the woods, there is a doublewide trailer on the left side of the road and all around there is nothing but crops and thick woods. There were about 50-60 vehicles parked around the trailer and in a field beside the trailer. Im going to describe this in detail because it's relevant. Imagine that you are standing on a dirt road about 20 ft wide, in front of you there is a trailer. On the left side is this field with about 20 pick-ups and 35 cars. On the right is thick woods, and behind is more woods and a field. There are two ways to get on the property, the first is a rutted dirt driveway running around the front of the trailer emptying into the field. The second is farther down the road and it leads right into the field. When we pull up we park in the field and head towards this huge bonfire thats blazing behind the trailer. Before I go any farther I need to tell you more about myself. I am 19 yrs old and I am in the airforce reserves. I have been raised around guns my entire life so they aren't that big of a deal for me, also I am a country boy so of course I have half a dozen with me at all times and I also drive a jacked up chevy Z71 pickup. Most of my friends also choose to excercise their second amendment rights. When I get out of the truck I notice how many people are out here that I have never seen before. Allot of them are guys but a good bit of them are good looking girls. All of them are white. This is not a problem seeing as how I'm white and these are the kinda people I hang out with usually. My friend Jamie turns out to know about everybody there, so I decide to stay for awhile. As more and more people get there I start seeing more familiar faces, guys and girls that I have partied or been mudding or hung out with for allot of my life. So this is starting to be a really good party. There is a tent with picnic tables about 200ft from the fire and there is a pile of pallets close by that dwarfs my truck. When I first get there there were about 4 full kegs of beer sitting in trashcans full of ice. Around 11:30 there are upwards of 150 people out there in various states of intoxication. Most are straight up hammered and we still have 2 full kegs of beer left. By the increasingly irrational behavior of the other party goers it quickly becomes apparent that I am the only sober one here. Apart from the beer there is some bottles of liqueur floating around, and the other drugs you might find at this kind of party. At about 11:45 five more cars pull up and about 15 black guys get out. Now until then there were very few black people at the party and most of them were good friends with allot of the people there. These new people were only known to a couple guys at the party. Most of them were the typical african american young male. You know, they generally have an attitude that we owe them something for years of slavery or that all white people are racist, or they try to act like a thug, you get the picture. Well about everyone's in a good mood, it being new years and they being drunk as shit and all, so they are like; here's a cup, grab some free beer we already made money on the party. So everyone proceeds to get even more plastered. But there is a problem, there are roughly 100 extremely drunk white guys, and about 20 black guys that are in the process of getting drunk, and about 70 white girls. There are no black girls. Now about everybody knows that when guys get drunk, no matter what race, they get horny and if there aren't enough girls then there's gonna be a fight. So we have 120 drunk guys, and 70 drunk girls, and me, and we are in the deep south in South Carolina. As soon as the black fella's pull up one of by buddies notices that one of them is sort of a bully and has gotten into a fight with him before. Well my friend brought a girl with him that he has been trying to hook up with and he wants to protect her. So he asks to borrow a pistol from me to protect himself with. Well I know the guy and he's not an idiot so I lend him a small .22 revolver. He wants me to unload it before I give it to him so he doesn't accidently shoot someone. I think that this is kinda weird because if he pulls the gun and doesn't scare the guy away then he will probably end up getting the shit beat out of him. I tell him this and he says not to worry, a bunch of his boys are there and they have got his back. So I lend him the pistol and I pull out my .357mag and belt it on, I also take out a .38 snubby and put it behind my belt. I figure that if anything happens I will be able to defend myself and most of my friends. Well at about 12:20 the inevitable happens, a fight breaks out between a black guy and a white guy. Something about the white fellas girlfriend, anyway it gets broken up pretty quick and everybody is standing around trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Meanwhile most of my friends, including the one I lent the pistol to, are still hanging around the kegs. I found out later that about all of my friends ran into the woods when the fighting started. So anyway everyone is standing around and this really big black guy walks up to one of the bigger white guys there and starts talking shit to him. Well the white guy says something back to him and the black guy hits the white guy across the face with a right hook. At that moment about 5 white guys jump on the black guy and proceed to beat the ever loving shit out of him. Well the black guys are not going to just stand there and let their buddy get the shit beaten out of him. So they start jumping on the white guys and at that moment it becomes racial. Every white guy at the party immediately jumps on every black guy at the party. Well all the black guys start running to their cars so they can try to leave, and at that moment gunfire erupts! Imagine utter pandemonium, people are running into the woods and crawling under vehicles and screaming and trying to take cover. And I am PISSED! These black guys came to our party as guests, drank our beer, and then they have the audacity to start shit and then start shooting at my friends! I tell you it is a very lucky thing that I was sobber. As best as I can figure it, one of the black guys ran back to his car, grabbed a small .380 pistol and started shooting at us (my buddy had his window shot out and found the slug). Luckily since they had got there late they parked in the back of the field and our vehicles were between us and the gunfire. Well I am extremely pissed!!! So I go back to my pickup and grab my pump-action shotgun. Mossburg 500 6-rd mag, 5rd mag pouch on stock. I have it loaded with bird then buck slug buck slug buck. I run toward the sound of gunfire and I rack to shotgun so hard that I was afraid I broke it. I see the black guys scrounging around in their cars looking for something so I let off a round about 5 ft over their heads. Everybody freezes! They are about 20 yrds off and I am partially taking cover behind a car. At that range I can hit a golf ball thrown in the air with buck, or a marble sitting on stump with a slug. I tell them to get the fuck out of here now! They hurriedly started climbing into their cars, but the one big black guy who started the fight started walking towards me and yelling that if I was a man I would put down the gun and let him beat the shit out of me! I told him to stop and he kept walking towards me; as of right now he was about 20 ft from me. He had a jacket thrown over his shoulder that was bunched up so I shot it off his shoulder with some double ought. He immediately stopped knowing that I would shoot him, some of his friends ran over and dragged him back to the car and threw him in. Just when they where leaving the host of the party ran over and told me to give him the shotgun, he was going to kill those niggers! Now, I don't know the law about shooting people on your property but I don't think that they would be happy if this guy started shooting people who were trying to leave. So I told him that if he wanted to shoot them he would have to use his own gun. He didn't like that but I didn't want to be connected to any homicide case. Luckilly he didn't own one. So they leave and everybody starts talking about how they have guns in their cars or trucks and what they would do if they came back. And here I am, standing there, listening to these cowards telling me that they have guns with them and here I am, the only person who engaged them while all these supposed hard asses are running around screaming like women or hiding behind cars or trying to dive under the trailer. I tell you it made me sick to my stomach, these are supposed to be tough guys acting like scared women. I wanted to rip their balls off so that they couldn't contaminate the rest of society! So everybody goes back to drinking and I sling my shotgun and carry it around while I ask if everyone is all right. Not five minutes after this happens some liberal idiot tells me that I shouldn't be carrying that gun around, and that I shouldn't have had it in my truck. I tell him to shut the fuck up! If it wasn't for me there would have been allot of people going to the hospital. Those guys were definitely getting ready to pull out more guns and start killing people! I hung out for a couple more hours to provide security and then I followed a couple people home to make sure they were alright. I still made it to work this morning only to find out that they had changed the schedule the day before and I was supposed to be there at 6 pm. I tell you it was a damned good thing that I hadn't known about that yesterday otherwise I would have been drunk and things would have probably turned out a whole lot different. In addition to the three hand guns, and shotgun that I had in my truck I also had a chinese SKS rifle that I had 200rds of armor piercing bullets loaded in stripper clips. All I would have had to do was to start shooting gas tanks. Very glad I was sober. That was an interesting experience.


[last edit 11/28/2004 8:28 PM by longbaugh - edited 2 times]
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