Originally Posted by Killz
Holy shit... Explain?
It was a long running feud with a neighbour, he lived in the downstairs flat, me and the missus in the upstairs.
He always played his music loud and I mean really loud... you could actually hear it from the bottom of street and he had his speakers mounted near the ceiling so in reality they were like inches away from our floor. The sound was bad enough, but it was the vibrations from the bass that really got to you, they could actually make a glass move on the coffee table.
My wife is a migraine sufferer so it was particularly bad for her. I'd tried reasoning with him several times, even invited him up when he was blasting the sounds out so he could hear what it was like for us, he even admitted he was out of order and didn't realise it was that but.
But the guy was piss head and liked his coke. So 2 or 3 times he'd still do it. One day he fell asleep pissed and his CD got stuck on a bassy part of the track so all we hear was BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM all night long. Wife was so pissed off she phoned the police but they didn't come (she has also reported him to the landlord who did nothing).
So the next day I got hold of him and told him straight... Play music like that again and I'm gonna smash your face in then shove your head through the stereo.
Anyways all was quite for about a week or 2, then one night he was out on the piss getting high with his new girlfriend and started again with the loud music. We had a guest over at our place, so I stomped on floor to get him to turn it down, but he just turned it up to max instead. My wife was getting really upset, the guest could not believe how bad the music was and was making arrangements to go back home (she was supposed to be staying over).
So... I was all raged up. I ran down stairs and stared banging on his door, but he wouldn't answer, so I started provoking him like by saying... Don't be a ***** in front of your bitch ect ect. Anyways he opened the door, I approached him and rather than fight like a man he had a concealed fish knife. It was dark outside (think silhouettes) just at the last moment I saw him thrust at me with the knife and managed to turn. The knife kind glanced, just below my left nipple, it went in as I was turning it kinda bunched my flesh up and when through about 2 inches of flesh before coming out the other side - think of it was a very painful and extreme form of body piercing. There was a shit load of blood, so I pushed him away before he could try again and retreated back to my flat.
The most painful part of the whole episode was in hospital. Because it was a fish knife the surgeon said he has to open up the wound between the entry and exit point so he could clean it. He give me some local anistic and some morphine (which rocks btw) and just sliced me up while I was awake... holy ******* shit, that hurt.
I guess in the end I was lucky. It happened on Friday night and I normally go out drinking myself on friday. Had I gone, my reflexes would have dulled and the knife could have gone through my heart.