2:15 AM. I leave my freinds house after a night/afternoon of drinking. Drank a decent amount of beer, we made another beeramid. Good times. I come home in the front door, without setting off my garage remote lights. I come in a little wrecked and horribly tired. Have to get up in 2 hours for work. Goddamn it. Well I go into my room and proceed to take my clothes off for bed. Shirt and socks, gone. All of a sudden my remote lights turn on. First thought is its my freind messing with me, or taking something he forgot. So I decide to scare the sh*t out of him. I glance at my weapons collection and decide on my 55LB draw longbow off the wall and an arrow, hoping to do some kind of show and make him sh*t himself. No sooner do I grab it, I look out my patio door and theres some black dude (all the people I was with are white) inching out my gate with my 20 dollar commuter road bike. Drunk and tired are gone, only a mixture of desperation and rage. I whip through my hallway and decide on the way theres no time for shoes, its too dark and would waste time. I spill onto the street wearing no shirt and bare feet clutching a native longbow with a nocked arrow. I look around quickly trying to find any sign of him. I spot the sonofabitch halfway into a condo complex. Its a U shaped complex with many exits but I figured its a road bike so he may stick to the road, and I wouldnt be able to catch him if he did take those. So I take my last ditch of hope and run to the exit of the u shaped road. I was training for the Canadian Death Race and was running more then 100k a week before I tapered so I can get some mean lead out. I sprint down the road and sure enough, theres the boner exiting the road. I run as fast as humanely possible, stop dead, re-nock the arrow and take aim (hes not going TOO fast since he obviously had no idea how to work the old school suicide shifters and i was in a disgustingly low gear beforehand). I release, and off goes the arrow. Straight into his ass. I hear the most pathetic groan/scream/whine I have ever heard and he continues on (using the leg without the punctured ass cheek I would assume) making these "uhn uhn uhn" crying noises as he goes. Definately worth the 20 bucks I paid for that bike! hahahaha!!!!!!!!! He still got the bike, but good luck taking that arrow out. From the other side of my yard that bow can put an arrow straight through my fence. Regular target tip (didnt think i would need a broadhead to scare my friend ) but the job was done. I laughed for hours at this, and of course completely kaiboshed the possibilty of sleep doing so. I could just imagine what was going through the bastards head as he watched an enraged dude chasing after him with a native bow, no shirt and no shoes. I feel like a million bucks right about now.
Me: 1
Bike thieves: unfortunately 5... but hey its progress!