Friday night, about 2:45.
Cedric and I left Honolulu after his going away party. We walked fifty meters down the street to call a cab, so they wouldn't assume we're two drunk foreigners. Cedric sat down on the steps as I called the cab. As I hung up I sat down and almost had Cedric's phone in my pocket when someone grabs me around the throat with one arm and puts up a knife to my throat with the other arm.
"Give me the cell phone or you're gonna get it!"
There was another one in front of me now. I put the cell phone into my pocket, pushed his knife hand away with one arm, pulled his headlock arm away with my other arm, and jumped away. He threw a beer bottle at my head but I dodged it (or he missed). Then, having me outnumbered from an elevated position, they ran away.
The laceration on my throat was very superficial, two inches long, and barely deep enough to bleed. It's still visible three days later through three days of beard; i didn't want to aggrevate it by shaving.
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maybe it's just because you're bigger than me, but I reckon I would be too scared to try and push someone away if they had any sort of weapon... fuck you are lucky, or insane, or both, but thank God you're okay you idiot!
lucky? maybe. i've been attacked four times now by lithuanians (twice stateside, twice here). i've got scars from two of them, once including time in the hospital with a collapsed lung and my parents informed that i wasn't going to make it.
but i guess you might say walking away three times, twice without scars, is lucky.
i learned my lesson though: now i only defend myself, not strangers.
as far as i know, though, this is the first time your attackers were weilding a weapon...
making you very luck to get away virtually unscathed.
Arai:
...you are my new hero...
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