Phishr Chronicles

Some of the best stories I have are rather short and to the point. I could elaborate on every little detail and this would only be a few paragraphs long. Oh well here it goes.

Summer 2007.

I took a trip down to Tahlequah to catch up with some old friends and fraternity brothers. This weekend is probably better remembered to some as the weekend I got *cough* “grabbed by the guy *cough* but I look at the positive of everything. Like this moment…

We were all drinking in the front yard of the “new” frat-tastic party house. The guys and I were slamming beers in the front yard all morning and afternoon. This block was different because the 3 houses that were lined up to one another are all notorious party houses with significant names such as “The Rock House”, “Grand Avenue Country Club”, “The Ole Rugby House”, and at one time there was “The Greenhouse” but it was no longer inhabited by the “party type”. These three houses would get parties going at once and it was one giant block party.

We were all outside the ole rugby house that night and all of the parties were all going good when I noticed a large amount of commotion coming from the rock house. I stumbled over to the front yard to have a look at what I just assumed was another fight.

Far from it. Apparently there was a disagreement and someone inside was brandishing a handgun. This was ridiculous MAINLY because the police station was roughly 20 FEET ACROSS THE STREET. The officers literally WALKED OVER. (On a side note, this is Tahlequah. Police do not know how to coordinate to such call. Meaning, a dispute such as this involved 6 campus police, 13 city officers in riot gear, 25 state troopers, 8 light-horse or “Cherokee Police”, 4 county sheriffs, 9 Mexican Federales, Robocop, and Sandra Bullock from Demolition Man was standing in the back somewhere.)

When everything started to calm down, of course, you have 100 drunk kids standing in that front yard exaggerating about the machine guns they saw inside and no one moving around. Knowing me in such situation I did what I knew was best.

Standing low behind everyone I announced in my most frantic voice…

“There’s a bomb!”

I’ve done some funny things before without analyzing my consequences and repercussions before, but this… This was pure gold.

100 people within earshot swarmed away from the house. It was like a war zone. Screaming, chaos, pandemonium. That was the atmosphere. People were getting thrown around. Some girls hid behind a truck across the street. I sat back and smiled.

I found out later that charges like “inciting a riot” was basically the classification of what I did.

Come on people, use some common sense. I saw a clear shot and I took it, and words cannot describe the feeling that comes upon you when a stroke of genius hits you at such a perfect time. Besides, no one was hurt and most people that found out about my announcement weren’t really too upset at me. Most of them laughed it off.