Do you want to be beat but happy? Start a snowboard biz! (part 3 of 3)
The third and final part of one wild ride! First our hero won, then our hero lost but how does this saga end? Keep reading!
By this time, Lance can barely stand up and is somehow still in his shred gear. So Parillo takes him back to the hotel. Which is a good thing. We arrive at the next pub and I decide it’s time for us to get food in our empty stomachs.
We need to sober the fuck up before shit unravels.
I stand in line for a pizza for 30 minutes, so excited to stoke my friends out with some delicious, hot, crucial food. As I’m walking downstairs to the pub, I see my buddy Joel having it out with the bouncers. Next thing ya know they chase him around the corner into a dark alley. I throw the box of pizza on the ground as I run to follow this disaster. Hot pizza mangled on the ground, covered in gravel, snow, and lost dreams.
I find Joel on the ground pinned against a dumpster with these massive fuck heads taking turns kicking him in the ribs and face. Basically trying to kill him. I jump up and head lock this one fucking beast. My feet two feet off the ground as I’m machine gun punching this dude in the face and hooking my fingers into his eyes and nose. I couldn’t feel my hands.
It was so fucking cold out and I had just ripped my knuckles on this mother fuckers face. Someone else was handling the other bouncer. It breaks up and the bouncers go back into the bar to get more recruits. As I’m walking back to the bar, 4 huge motherfuckers and 1 short little bitch bouncer all come walking towards me in the alley. I surrender as they trip me on to my back and proceed to beat me until I see white light and black out.
It was one particular punch to my temple, head braced against the cold, icey, gravelly alley that turned off the lights.
I woke up to a blurry scene of a massive brawl going on in the alley. David is double chicken winged against a railing with one bouncer gripping him from behind, while two other bouncers cracks his ribs and reward him with two black eyes. David doesn’t fight anymore. He was trained in the Israeli army and I believe him to be lethal. But he just took it. I see this huge fucking bouncer running down the alley as Jesse nonchalantly sticks his foot out and trips this 200 lb + dude straight into a skidding scorpion.
I finally get up off the ground and start walking towards the action. I am over dosing on hate and adrenaline. As I’m walking, I realize I am bleeding.
My jacket is covered in blood and it’s running into my eyes. I assume my face looks fucking crazy. As this random dude we are with, decides to pick up a steel pole attached to a car wheel via cement and starts swinging it at a bouncer, I know this shit must end now. I pulled out one of my classic moves we used to practice in downtown Jackson during summer tourist season. We would fake seizures falling on the ground freaking out and spitting everywhere making crazy retard noises.
Just ruining the tourists’ day, who ruined our town.
So I busted that shit out. Except this time I was spitting blood everywhere and cranking it up to 11. I should have gotten a fucking Oscar. It was so believable, one of the Czech girls in our crew started bawling. As I was on the ground, I gave her a low key wink to let her know it was just an act. Everyone disbursed and the dust settled.
It hit me, that while I was knocked out, the bouncers stole my camera. Which contained many private photos of my girlfriend at the time. So I apologize if any of them ended up on some Czech porn site.
Anyway, some pussy-ass cop showed up and didn’t do shit, so we went back to the hotel to plan our revenge. In our drug and Absinthe-induced fog, we devised a plan to burn down the pub.
But hours passed by and Mikey finally woke up and knocked some sense into us. Then he hand-stitched my face together with a travel sized sewing kit. Or he just put a bandaid on it, I can’t remember.
We headed back to Prague with our tails between our legs in full shame and misery. We allowed the fun to get out of control and we got humbled by the universe. I had enough and it was time to lock up the brakes and get back home to safer territories. I hop on a train and arrive at the Munich Train station at 4am. It’s a full on blizzard and the station is miles from the airport.
No cabs in sight.
I drag my 200 lbs of luggage through the snow storm for over a mile until I track down a cab. I am fucking drenched to the bone. As I’m trying to take inventory to make sure I didn’t forget anything on the train, I realize I had traded all my smaller bills for 500 euro bills and the cab driver didn’t have that kind of change. No problem, I’ll just hit an ATM at the airport. When we get there, I leave all my belongings with the driver as I run into grab correct bills. I’m running all over the airport looking for an ATM. People are giving me directions, sending me up elevators, down halls ways.
I find an ATM and go back outside. The cab driver is gone. He has all my shit. Laptop, passport, euro phone, tradeshow booth, all my clothes, even my jacket and house and car keys.
I’m beyond fucked.
I run around the airport for over an hour until I find some cops. I explain what happened and they asked me if I’m in the correct terminal. WTF? In my frenzy I had drifted 3 terminals over. I get back to the correct terminal and find my guy.
He’s tripping out. But has all my shit. He fucking waited way over an hour for me. I tipped him 500 euros and thanked him for not bailing. I put on my shitty suit I bought at a Czech Tesco for $40. It had shoulder pads and was way too small. But I had to wear one because I was flying standby and wanted to sit business class.
But I look retarded.
Plus I had huge Blue Blockers on to cover up my mangled face. By this time the black eyes set in and the gashes swelled. Plus Parillo’s stitch job started to unwind. I looked fucked. I know this because people we staring at me all through the airport. Especially at pre-customs. They searched my board bag and found four huge bottles of legit Absinthe. Luckily I peeled the labels off and claimed it was an old family Slivovice recipe and I would be disowned by my family if it didn’t arrive safe to my dying grandma back in the states.
They bought the story and let me go.
They even let me keep the bottles. I then considered a career in acting. I get on the plane. First class. I did not belong. The guy sitting next to me wouldn’t quit starring at me. He was tripping out on me. Shitty suit, destroyed face, first class seat. He was doing the math and it was not adding up. He finally turned to me and said, “Hey man, I have to ask, what is your fucking story?”
“I’m a light weight championship boxer.”
“Bull fucking shit” he said.
“Swear to god.”
“Well you got your fucking ass handed to you.”
“Nope I actually won.”
“Fuck you, Bullshit…”
Then I pulled out my wallet which had about 7000EUR in it. He shut the fuck up and I slept all the way home.