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Tuesday, October 09, 2007

My Roommate, The Knife Thrower

Andrey - roommate

I was in the kitchen with Andrey and he was throwing knives at me for some reason. He said that because he was too small to fight as a kid, his dad taught him how to throw knives. Eventually I started throwing them back and trying to stab him with forks. At one point I had a clear shot at his neck, but I kind of hesitated because I didn't actually want to stab him, so I sort of missed. After a while I think I ended up having to stab him anyway out of self-defense. Once he was on the ground I grabbed some ceramic plates and started smashing them on his head. I smashed three or four plates on his head to make sure he was unconscious. I called the cops because I didn't want him to die or anything. Andrey eventually came to and when he did he was a little off. He was acting really weird and I had to talk to him like a child to get him to listen to me. My skin felt like there were millions of tiny shards of glass stuck in it from the fight. The cops got there and commented on the fact that there was debris everywhere. The cops sat me down on the couch and I told them what happened.

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