Skillshare did the thing with the money for me. So my girlfriend got punch in the face. I guess you could say I'm not pulling any punches with this one. Really Kurt? Okay, yeah that was really bad. Okay, anyways. So some very slight Kurt richy knowledge. I used to be a D1 athlete, emphasis on use. Which sounds impressive until I tell you I specifically was a high jumper. Which probably means nothing to a lot of you people anyway. There's usually meant that my athleticism usually consisted of me jumping over a bar five or six times a day for a workout. Which is probably less than a lot of non D1 athletes do. So if I were to be a D1 athlete, the D really stood for, uh, didn't do, uh, once. That that makes sense. Like it was slightly more physically demanding than the rifle team. So you're probably thinking why you even bring up track if you didn't even do anything. Well because I got a lot of stuff out of it. Not only did it fulfill my competitive nature. Or pay for my tuition and rent on God if I did not have that trial scholarship. I'd be working out with a different poll for money. If you know what I'm saying, if you know what I'm saying, but it gave me two things I really value during college. A girlfriend who was someone on the team that I actually really cared about and an introduction to college athlete. Hardly life. And when those two things collided, a fist collided with my girlfriend's face. Really Kurt? All right, that was bad. But you got to give me a prospect out one. Come on. All right. So let's jump back to my freshman year of college where the team is gearing up for what is quite possibly the biggest party of the year. See, we would compete in this thing called the Mid American Conference Championship, which is, well, a championship for the Mid American Conference. If you don't get it from there, you're not going to hang on to this. And if we won, we'd always throw a giant party with copious amounts of alcohol. And if we lost, we throw a giant party with copious amounts of alcohol. We were going to get faded no matter what. It was a done deal. And the party would have us, kids from other sports, normal students. It was always a wild time. And usually I was always really excited to go. However, this year, not so much. And for a couple of reasons. For one, I was depressed. Woo. See, I didn't do too hot during our meet. Basically, I was ranked the number one jumper in the conference at the time with the highest mark. And I ended up getting third. I know a lot of y'all don't really know what that means. So like in a civilian speed, you have very high expectations of you. And you end up letting everyone down. And my number one way of dealing with pain in college was... Can you guess? Yeah. Alcohol. Good guess. It really wasn't that difficult a choice. Yeah, I know. I know. Every time I drank while I was sad during college, I'd act ridiculously irrational. I was a very big verbal problem-causing people would usually have problems with me in the morning. At this point, I acknowledge that I could fix this. I know why. By just not drinking when I'm sad. Seems like a very easy solution. But if I went to this thing, I was getting here. There was no question. Okay. Now the second reason is these parties have historically never gone well. Every year, this party has gotten shut down in some capacity. Whether it be the cops coming to shut it down or... And I sh- The literal floor giving out. How? How? Maybe it's the constant stress. Maybe it's the steroids. It always happens and that's how it is. And our final thing was three. The girl I was seeing at the time had an ongoing beef with someone on the team. So as I said earlier, at the time I was lucky enough to a bagged a girl who was also on the team. Although a bit incestuous in this case, I was just happy I wasn't alone. But you know, it isn't all perks. So you see, she was a very confrontational person. Unlike myself, who would rather have the wrong food than have to talk to the waiter again. And this letter to having an ongoing, very stupid beef with an upperclassman guy on the team. Not a good sign. So I feel it doesn't have to be said about how concerned I was about them being in the same house together, inebriated. So considering all of these elements, right? It's a pretty tell-tale sign that I should not go to this party. You alright? I-I had to go. Okay. I mean, my girl was going to be there with old dudes. So something went down, like I had to go. And there's no way I'm going to handle confrontation sober. So whether it be with people or my emotions, it's not happening. But it was going to be okay because I promised myself I was going to handle myself this time. So it was fine. Most definitely fine. Anyways, we pull up and naturally I'm cautious. When we arrive, I expect to see a mountain of people. It's a very average amount. So perfect. That eases my mind a bit. Look around the room and old dude, they were going to be with me with her. But they were at far opposite end of the party. They felt very unlikely they were actually going to link up. So alright, I don't feel like I'm going to sit but that too. And the alcohol there? Alright, there's a lot of alcohol there. But a little bump. If these two things are going well, I should be fine. I promised myself I can trust me. So I throw back a couple drinks and I kind of phase out. For the portion of the night. Which ended up being a huge mistake. So maybe a couple hours later. I'm outside of this party. Dawn, everything's fuzzy. I was just casually hanging outside on my... Because you know, introvert thing. Sorry, sometimes I get tired of being covered in other people's sweat. Alright, it is with it. Now while I'm chilling outside, one of my girlfriend's friends walks out of the party. Which is weird because she and her have like the same energy of going all out. Saying a break just doesn't seem to match her M.O. And this is especially weird because she starts walking directly up to me. I have a really weird vibe about all this. Especially when she proceeds to say, Alright, Curtis, don't freak out. Well, that's quite a way to start this interaction. Ma'am, you have to understand that there's no way, whatever you're about to say, it's going to be good news to me. Like, obviously. Like, bro, if a doctor sat you down and started his diagnosis with... Okay, don't freak out. But like, mother f***ing... What? Bro, I'd be writing my will that night. So she looks me in the eyes. And straight up says it, Curtis, don't freak out. But your girlfriend got punched in the face. This isn't information that one can easily consume without freaking out. Hey, yo, don't freak out but domestic violence. Bap, pp. What do you expect from me? See, all her friend could really tell me as she was stopping me from going up to the door. Is that... Well, she called some other guy on the team. I wonder if I know what she's talking about. An ugly ass n word. I'd definitely know what she's talking about. All I could imagine was the worst possible scenario. Like, I was on the brink of losing my mind. So I ran into the party and the mood has completely changed from an hour ago. Like, an hour ago, people were smiling and dancing. It looked like how they say college is supposed to look like on commercials about college. But this was like the MMA, but 18 to 23 year old middleweight edition. And in the back of the party, my girl was screaming at that guy. Hey, this obviously wasn't going to plan. So this was it. This was the moment to judge how logical I was going to act. I promised myself I wouldn't bug out even though I felt like whooping and s**t to ask for hitting my girlfriend kind of like superseded that. But something told me that wasn't the move. But something had to happen. I really forgot how insane you are. Hold on, hold on, hold on. You might end up being surprised because I actually did calm down in thought with a clear head. Give me a second to finish, alright? We'll see. I took a deep breath and thought about my options. I figured the best thing to do is to get my girl and get her out of this party and go home. Like fighting homeboy, myself, like isn't going to solve anything. And I don't see any timeline where I stop this and tell him, hey, that's not okay. And him going, oh, I made a mistake. I'm sorry. Let's all keep having fun. Like non-dog, you just committed a assault. The only time to handle this like adults is in the morning when we're all, you know, normal. So I take a step to go for the crowd to go get my room, bro. Oh man, I got this. I got this. I land on the ground. A strong force just landed across my face. Someone just punched me. 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