Philnensia

I do hope not another human being gets involved in this that we chums experienced when we were taking our lunch break at a sidewalk cafe last Saturday. One of our office-mates were playing with his Playstation Portable with so much focus while we were happily chatting, waiting for our food. Then this very young ordinary looking man just strolls up to that friend of ours and suddenly tried to grab the gadget. At first we thought it’s one of his acquaintances just making a bad joke but when he flashed something metallic on his other hand while he was trying to pull away PSP left us stunned for a sec.

He could have ran with it had it not for the chain that held it to our pal’s wrist. That’s when he got hysterical, eyes flashing wide, teeth bared, and started stabbing him on the nape, back of the head, shoulders, and back with a flat-nosed screwdriver. The attacker was at my friend’s back, his side facing me. The girls at the next table screamed and fled the increasing violence, as blood was flying from his skin and from the instrument. I forgot myself and tried to grab the wrist with the weapon but to my surprise, the assailant’s skin was so slick, and I lost my grip on him. The other people in our group started to pummel this attacker but to no avail, he held on to the PSP as my friend was helpless and unable to extricate himself from this fiend.

That’s when I took the plastic stool and smashed it on his head, to distract him, when his intention became sharply clear to us. It shattered, but made him lose his hold, and that when a pal grappled him to the pavement. He still stabbed and slashed with the screwdriver, and he made for me. He’s obviously wired to the maximum. I ran to him with a flying kick and he fell back on the asphalt. I jumped on his ribs, feeling it give way under my leather shoes.

He got a few more blows and wonder of wonders, he still was able to run and made a getaway with what do you know, a waiting motorcycle. These crystal-meth junkies do need each other in times of urgent need. We did not gave chase, lest they carry some firearms. They sped away with nothing. But the my friend, the victim was another story. And so were those injured in the fray.

He was covered in blood from the shoulder down, the PSP still dangling from his wrist, and in shock. One of us had to lead him to the nearest clinic for first aid. Others had chunks of their skin carved out by the flimsy weapon, they too were attended to. I got hit on the lower shoulder. After the adrenalin faded, I felt my joints creak and my muscles ache.

I had a fancy not to dine in that infamous sidewalk cafe not even they’d give me a PSP for a bribe. That villain probably picked up a wrong weapon for murder, but my friend was lucky to be alive. I guess drugs do that to people, willing to kill just to steal, sell the stuff, and get a hit. I won’t forget this for the rest of my life.