The boys were not unsympathetic to Bill and his struggles. The guy had just come back from Nam ferchrisakes. They knew he had seen some shit, done some shit and he had night terrors regularly. But tonight was a celebration two extra semesters coming. Two of them finally snagged enough credits to graduate and they wanted to party. Damn Bill and his personal demons. They turned up the stereo.
Sometime later, loud banging on their door broke through their drunken fog. Mike was the first to crack an eye. He wiped the spittle off his chin and rubbed his eyes. He stood and found his footing. Barely awake, he staggered to the door and opened it. It was Bill’s girlfriend wide eyed frantic and incoherent.
“Bill’s threatening to shoot himself.”
Mike leaned into the edge of the door. “What? Bill has a gun? When did he get a gun?” Mike’s return to Reality picked up its pace. He turned and yelled, “Hey assholes, Bill has a gun.”
Mike, with girlfriend in tow, began the trek up to Bill’s apartment.
“I have never seen him this bad. I only wanted to use your phone …… Please, don’t go.” She continued her warnings right up to the moment Mike pounded on Bill’s door.
The door opened. Bill’s six-five, 250 pound body filled the doorway. Mike looked up into his neighbor’s face.
“What are you doing Bill?”
Bill stuck his .45 in Mike’s ear. “I will blow you away.”
Really pissed now, Mike grabbed the gun and pushed it down.
“Meet me in the alley asshole. And leave the gun.”
Mike turned around. With Bill on his heels, they tromped back down the stairs. Bill’s girlfriend followed, her weeping eyes bulging and wondering which one was the craziest.
The drunken warriors passed Mike’s open door. He shouts, “No one sticks a gun in my ear.”
In the alley Mike and Bill faced off. Before Bill could focus, Mike knocked him down, rendered him helpless and pushed his face into the gravel. “Never, ever stick a gun in my face again. Got it asshole?”
Bill mumbled. Mark lifted Bill’s head and said, “What was that? You give up?”
Just like that the fight was over. The two of them staggered back to their respective apartments and life returned to normal. The next morning Mike’s roommates asked how it was possible he was able to best Bill. The man was a scary monster ferchriskes. Mike took a moment to answer.
“He was drunker than I was.”