Twas the thirty first night of October and there was strange ambiance felt throughout the town of Rennes, France. It was Halloween and this needed to be a night to remember. I had vowed to never share this story with the general public, but things change and I am in the mood to tweet, so here goes. For a short background story, we had been to a night bar a few weeks prior and there was some sort of energy that had us drawn to this little nook of the bar. There it stood, the most amazing pirate decoration that we had ever seen. We had to get closer, had to just touch it. It was like a moth being drawn to a street light, I didn't want to grab it, but I just couldn't help myself. I recruited a lookout and went to grab this idol. I had it and not two steps later I was grabbed from behind a worker from the bar. My lookout had taken off and was nowhere to be found. The worker just took back the pirate and went back to work. He obviously did not say it, but I could see it in his eyes and two simple words popped into my head. Challenge accepted. It became an afterthought and it was just something we joked about from time to time.
Halloween came and although we had our party on Saturday, the holiday fell on a Monday and none of us had class so we decided to head out to a couple of local establishments. Like the party before, Ryan and myself were dressed like nerds. It was a cheap costume and a few of my friends had pulled it off a few years prior. I am not one violate a copyright so I asked permission and got the go ahead. We were out for a little bit, but it wasn't too exciting and we needed something to make it an epic Halloween night. I honestly do not know who suggested this, but we decided we were going to get this pirate. And that it what we did...or attempted.
It was a Monday night so this place was not packed in the least bit. There are actually at least 4 bars in this place, but they are rarely simultaneously open. We walked in an instantly got a dejected feeling. The entire area where the pirate was located was blocked off. It was like a wooden jail and was similar to the things that they would block of wings of high schools during wrestling tournaments, but like these fences could be torn down after a loss, and we were able to snake through.
This was the original plan. Ryan was going to go down and get it and bring it close to fence. Alex, from Montreal can obviously speak French, so he was going to walk outside and start a conversation with the bouncer. I would go in and grab this pirate and walk behind Ryan and get the F out. All was going according to plan. I got the Pirate and was trying to sneak up to the entrance and then it happened. I slipped on a stair and dropped it. Of course it made the loudest noise that seemed to echo throughout the entire bar and city. I heard some voices and the load pounding of shoes running towards my direction. O shit, where the hell am I going to go. I ran back down to where the pirate was located as I saw a sortie sign, which means exit, and hope there was a back way out of this bitch. I went down into what was like a cave and made it to the exit door. It was locked and I had nowhere to go. I took a deep breath and slowly turned around to discover my fate. There was a bouncer screaming at me in French. I couldn't understand a damn word he was was screaming at me. I responded in English and said, " alright I'm leaving." I tried to walk by and he grabbed me. Wow, this is about to go down. I pushed him off and once again stated I am leaving. He then tried to really grab me and take me down so I shoved him into a wall and took off. I was well ahead of him, but then of course I could not get back through the fenced off area and he grabbed me by the shirt and started to drag me out of the place, which was called La Place. Bad place to explain, but I am not a writer nor should be so I will explain our attire. Like I said earlier we were dressed as nerds. We were wearing a dress shirt, slacks hiked up, dress shoes, nerd glasses, suspenders, some messed up hair, and Alex had a fake mustache. Back to the story, he got me down the stairs and I had no idea where Ryan or Alex were, but there was one thing on my mind. How was I going to get out of this. He had a good grip on my shirt, but I was able to tap into my wrestling repertoire and popped his elbows up and was able to spin out. He grabbed my shirt, but I was also able to spin out of the shirt. I took off...kinda. In the process of having my shirt ripped off and half falling off a curb, I never gained proper footing. I lost a shoe and was trying to regain my balance on a cobblestone street and did not make it too far. During this Ryan was nice enough to pick up my shirt and take off after us. I never regained proper footing and got tackled from behind. I was able to quickly regain my footing even with him on my back, but he had me in a headlock. I offered to pay for the pirate, but of course the language I was speaking was not acknowledged. He started yelling police so it became apparent enough was enough. It was not a good headlock by men standards and basically just got under him and threw him off. He was able to grab a hold of the cutoff I had left, but there was no way I was going to be caught again. I ran through my shirt and took off running down the road in the general direction of my apartment. Alex was long gone, but Ryan was around in case stuff got too serious. I found out once I was gone he tried to grab Ryan and then instead just kicked him in the shin. He must have been a soccer player because he left a nasty welt on Ryan's shin. I ran until I knew there were no footsteps behind me. I had to look ridiculous. I had 1 shoe, no shirt, and hiked up pants with suspenders. People were acknowledging me as I ran by, but I didn't know what they were saying. We ran for awhile and realized we were safe.
We eventually made it home and relived the story about 30 times. I was so jacked up I even called some friends back home. That was when I had a phone that made calls to the US. It was my pre Albert Pujols trade phone. I know all of our stories were different, but we made it safe. We still have not gotten that pirate, but it is still there. My mother came in the end of December and I just told her that I lost my shoe. This is actually the story of how I lost that shoe. I have grown up since and do not do things of this nature anymore.
This actually did not happen and was just a story I made up for my creative writing class.
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