Tuesday night around 11:30, I was sitting in the family room listening to music while eating some ice. I just got off the phone with cousin, and I was about to turn in for the night. All of a sudden, the doorbell rings two or three times. Now with it being as late as it was, I jumped up ready for almost anything because no one in their right mind would ring someones doorbell that late at night unless it was some type of emergency or if a serial killer was loose in the neighborhood (you can tell i’m from the city…). I walked towards the door and cut the light on in the living room and I checked the peephole. No one was on the porch. I went to the window and looked out, and next door I saw two kids (maybe about 8 or 9) standing behind a car in the driveway. At first, I thought they were just playing ding, dong, ditch; but that was far from the case.
As I watched, I saw one of my aunt’s neighbors come outside carrying his stuff to his car. He and his wife (or girlfriend) were arguing loudly, although I couldn’t make out what they were saying. She had a beer bottle in her hands and was smashing it against his car. After a few more moments of fussing, cussing and arguing, she threw the bottle at him and took off around the side of the house like Marion Jones. He went to go chase her and then gave up and went back in the house. She was probably running deeper into the backyard to get away from him. A few moments later he emerged from the house with a knife and ended up slashing her tires. At this point, I called Cousin back and was like “Yo! The next door neighbors are havin’ an Ike and Tina moment.” She was shocked of course and I stayed on the phone with her, shook my head and sat back down in the family room.
About five minutes later, the doorbell rang again, and after about 5 seconds of hesitation I got up and answered the door. The next door neighbor was there asking if she could use the phone to call 911. I went in the kitchen to grab the phone for her and as she turned her head, I saw it. Her left jaw was swollen in a huge knot. At this point, dude was in the street and when he saw me hand her the phone, he got into his car and sped off. She called the police and thanked me for letting her use the phone. I stayed downstairs at the front window until the police came (4 squad cars deep), which was no more than 5 minutes after the call was made, and then I turned in for the night.
What would possess a dude to do such a cowardly thing by putting his hands on a woman? Granted, I don’t know the circumstances behind the altercation, but at the same time there is NO reason why a dude should beat on a woman. I don’t care if she called your moms a ho or even destroyed your trophy collection. It’s better to pound the pavement and avoid charges, than to pound on your lady and end up down at the local lockup because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.
Granted, as a dude, I know that sometimes your girl can piss you off to the point where you wanna shake her, but you have to think of another way to release that stress. Walk away, punch the wall, or even go down to the bar and have a sip. Just refrain from turning into Mike Tyson.
With that being said, I am aware of the fact that some females like to push you to the point of no return. You get what I mean? For instance, say my lady and I got into an argument, and I felt the urge to turn into my father. I’d definitely walk off before it got to that point. But what if she started swinging or started throwing things like glass bottles while I was walking away? I don’t believe in hitting on women and all, but I will say this. My name is NOT Lionel Richie and I’ll be damned before I let some woman beat on me or injure me because she couldn’t get her way.
Random Thought of the Moment: “2 Days ’til Home!!!”
The Song of the Moment: ‘U.N.I.T.Y.’ by Queen Latfiah