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I stumbled onto this thread while reading and re-living the events that happen to me on 10/16/2010. And felt the need to resurrect it, clear the waters, and give you all the truth. The truth supported not only by myself but also by the police report as well. Gotta love the media, they plagued me out to be this vial threat, and warped everyone of you.
Downtown Sac 10/16/2010, people everywhere, having a good time, and enjoying themselves. And that is what my brother and I were doing. Was my brother and I being obnoxious? Yes. Walking and singing loud with our arm around each other. Were we drunk? Id say we had a very fun beer buzz.
Now here comes the "meat and potatos". My brother and I are walking past The Broiler when a guy gets up off the ground and yells what I thought to be an aggressive obscenity at me. I turned around and asked him what he had said. He then began to come at me with this capoeria style of fighting. I thought it to be a joke, and so did everyone else. That was until he closed the gap rather quickly. I used a push kick to his hip to create distance, and began to circle right. I ended up backing myself into a corner, and that is when James Lloyd Phillips swung the butt end of his microphone stand at me while my back was turned. It struck me very hard and solid in my jaw. The only thing I knew to do was to then absorb the hit, and turn and swing. That is when the bartender who was also joining in got hit by me. I was then hit over the head with the mic stand, and also across my elbow. I then turned and threw James Phillips down, called him every name in the book. And then turned and walked away. I said I was sorry to the man who initially came at me. That is it. No one got hurt, I did not break his jaw, it was just brusied. One push kick, one punch, and push. Now as im walking away, James lloyd Phillips goes into his hand bag grabs a gun, comes out from behind the railing and gets within 4 feet of me according to the witnesses, and fires 3 times. 2 strike me in the back and one went stray.
I was not looking for trouble, yet trouble found me. I suffered greatly as a result. My little girl almost lost her daddy over a stupid fist fight. I still deal with the pain and regret, I lost my career, became addicted to pain meds, had two majors surgies, and died but was then brought back to life.
There is so much more to this story, but at least you have some truth.
Downtown Sac 10/16/2010, people everywhere, having a good time, and enjoying themselves. And that is what my brother and I were doing. Was my brother and I being obnoxious? Yes. Walking and singing loud with our arm around each other. Were we drunk? Id say we had a very fun beer buzz.
Now here comes the "meat and potatos". My brother and I are walking past The Broiler when a guy gets up off the ground and yells what I thought to be an aggressive obscenity at me. I turned around and asked him what he had said. He then began to come at me with this capoeria style of fighting. I thought it to be a joke, and so did everyone else. That was until he closed the gap rather quickly. I used a push kick to his hip to create distance, and began to circle right. I ended up backing myself into a corner, and that is when James Lloyd Phillips swung the butt end of his microphone stand at me while my back was turned. It struck me very hard and solid in my jaw. The only thing I knew to do was to then absorb the hit, and turn and swing. That is when the bartender who was also joining in got hit by me. I was then hit over the head with the mic stand, and also across my elbow. I then turned and threw James Phillips down, called him every name in the book. And then turned and walked away. I said I was sorry to the man who initially came at me. That is it. No one got hurt, I did not break his jaw, it was just brusied. One push kick, one punch, and push. Now as im walking away, James lloyd Phillips goes into his hand bag grabs a gun, comes out from behind the railing and gets within 4 feet of me according to the witnesses, and fires 3 times. 2 strike me in the back and one went stray.
I was not looking for trouble, yet trouble found me. I suffered greatly as a result. My little girl almost lost her daddy over a stupid fist fight. I still deal with the pain and regret, I lost my career, became addicted to pain meds, had two majors surgies, and died but was then brought back to life.
There is so much more to this story, but at least you have some truth.
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