Party At Ruse & Surrounded By Fobs – Mad Chaos: December 22, 1996

Let me get the story in full chronological order.

Starting after basketball, we drove around Campbelltown.

Then we drove to Jaromir’s house

Then we drove to my house.

The Party At Ruse

Then we drove to a party that we found out was at Ruse.

I drove there with Jaromir, Kobi and Hudson.  We stayed at the party for a while, got acquainted, and then drove to Pizza Hut.

We got Rory, Redd and Keith.

Second Round At The Ruse Party

We drove up to the party again, with Jaromir, Kobi, Rory, Redd, and Hudson.

There were some nice chicks there but none for my liking. 

An hour or more passed before everyone started to take off.

Midnight came and I left with Rory, who dropped off a chick from the party.

Then we cruised around Campbelltown for a while.  He dropped off Janice and then me.

Tabitha Is Obsessed With Me

This is when I got picked up whilst writing my diary.

Once again I was called out on active duty, this time with Keith coming over with Redd and Hudson.  We talked at my house for about an hour (manly stuff).

I found out that Tabitha, who was obsessed over Palmer is now obsessed over me.  She was literally crying when she didn’t get hold of me for three days.  She is probably writing pages of shit in her diary about me, which makes you think.

Surrounded By Fobs

Then we drove towards Campbelltown.

We stopped to see the chicks come out of Chevys.

Me and Hudson were walking around and this Fob kept saying “Hey Hommie.  How’s it going Hommie?  Was up,” and shit like that.  I didn’t say anything the first time.  Then I told Hudson what was happening.

I was walking back to the car and the guy crossing the road starts talking to me again.  The Fob was about 20 years old, and his friends were of many, and mean mother fuckers too, but I had to defend myself even though he might have been just being a smart ass.

I told him “Do I know you?”  But not in a querying, normal way. 

He called his big Samoan friend over that would have eaten me for breakfast.

By this time Hudson had gone up the street pretending that he didn’t want Keith’s car to get involved.

Confrontation Over With A Handshake

I was talking to the guy for about two or so minutes.  He was gearing up for a confrontation, but it ended out with me and him shaking hands and then with his big friend – like Fobs always do, shake hands.

It’s always the same.  No matter what Samoan it is, no matter how big or small, he will always shake your hand, and it’s over basically.

Chevys Fights Erupt Outside The Club

Lucky for me I got out of it because he had a lot of friends.  When everyone was walking out of Chevys they picked a fight with another group, but no punches were thrown.

This other guy got his head kicked in by a black guy because he punched a girl inside.  Then the security pushed the girl-hitter away.

Like usual, we stole newspapers.

I am going to sleep almost after I turn the computer off, so I can get some sleep for gym tomorrow.