My BFF and I have been noting as of late the pervasiveness of general malaise that seems to ooze from Federal Hill proper on the weekends. Stabbings, melees, loud and drunken horror that seems to outshine any pleasantness that might come out of a weekend night seem to stick out in my head, and this past Saturday evening was no exception.
We met up with some girls who were hitting up the douchebar trifecta (Mothers, Mad River, MaGerks) coz they all had shiny dresses and pleasant perfume aromas and wanted to shake their wobbly bits, no shame in that, I’m more than happy to be a part of it. Things were going pretty much as expected right up until about the point that everyone decided to go to Ropewalk. After standing in Ropewalk for a while, not getting service and watching music videos on a giant TV screen, we’re standing out on the sidewalk and a very drunk girl is moaning loudly sitting in the back of a cab, with her friends loading in. Apparently she was yelling at some guy who was talking to her through the open back door of the cab and the guy didn’t approve of what was going on, so he slammed the door directly on her leg which was sticking out. Yeesh.
After getting a little disturbed by this, we decide to walk over to Mum’s (instead of MaGerks, which I think made some of the ladies a little upset) and that’s when it happened.
I’m rounding the corner and chatting when I notice behind myself a guy who’s laying flat on his face in the middle of the intersection. I instantly thought he had hit by a car and ran over, two other guys are trying to help him up. Blood is pouring from his face, he’s drunk as all fucking hell and I’m picking his teeth out of the asphalt. Well it maybe wasn’t the case that he was hit by a car and rather just plain fell flat on his face, but it didn’t change the fact that he was incredibly injured, his blood is all over the guys helping him up and my hands, and oh his teeth too. At first the two other guys help him up and he’s pretty out of it, he doesn’t seem to understand what had just happened to him. But after a few seconds of “you need to go to the hospital, man” and sounds of debate over the closest hospital from the others he suddenly gets very agitated and starts shouting “GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME. GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME. I DON’T HAVE HEALTH INSURANCE. I’M NOT GOING TO THE HOSPITAL.”
This astonished look of just ‘what… the… fuck.’ creeps over my face as they lead this guy over to the corner and try to sit him down. They tried to get him into a cab, but he wasn’t having it. The only question the cab driver had was “Does he have money?” and the astonished look just sort of melts into disgust. I’m still holding his teeth in my bloody hands.
Well fortunately after a minute or two, the other girls came back to us from running into Ropewalk in search of some milk to put the teeth in. They didn’t have any, but they did have creamer. So I plopped the teeth into the creamer, handed the cup to the guy and gave him a big ol’ PEACE OUT, and went to Mum’s.
….jesus
Mum’s was fun.
THAT’s what happened! Kimmy and i were walking by and saw cop cars all over the place, and some guy flat on his face in the street. We were both pretty hammered, so we didn’t investigate.
or actually…maybe that guy was still having issues or something? I think we were walking by right around 1:30 or so. Cops had Charles St right by Mad River blocked off. I’m assuming so nobody would run over that dude’s head.
yeah probably. we saw this happen at like 1:15 so it’s entirely likely that he was there dealing with the po-po who probably forced him to go to the hospital. or it’s also entirely possible that a completely separate and horrible incident happened literally 10 minutes after that, who knows. it’s chinatown
people do like the fisticuffs at mad river. i stay away from ropewalk on the weekends, i’ve heard lots of bad stories.