(3/3) I got texts from my old best friend saying things like "NIGGER you're dead", "You're going to Jail", even sending me the penal code for a felony assault with deadly weapon. They always hyped him up for being the tough guy and always had a thing saying "don't mess with him, he's the wrong person". So i got texts saying "You fucked with the wrong person, we'll be at your house, I can't wait to see you NIGGER, you're dead!". Old best friend ended up getting arrested for Cocaine and assaulting me because when he came back to the restaurant cops were all there and a random person eating and witnessing everything pointed him out to the cops saying he witnessed him assaulting me. They searched him and found two coke bindles.

Of course, Mr. Tough guy older bro and the family went to the police, and by the time they came looking for me and detectives were building the case, the whole story was changed to where they ALL had the same story, they all just so happened to be looking over as it happened, and he was 100% the victim and I just savagely attacked him for no reason. They said I wasn't invited, I came to start a problem, and worst of all after getting texts inviting me THE NIGHT BEFORE, they said they haven't even seen me in a couple years. Like WTF how stupid are you when I have texts from yesterday? the high and mighty I tell you...

They said that i 100% positively hit him with my right hand, and even people who for sure didn't or couldn't have seen swore that I threw the glass. They were saying He was over at the dinner table with everyone and I just ran up behind him and hit him out of nowhere, when he was the one who came up to me, ran up in my face, and lunged first. I picked the whole story apart because nothing made any sense! like if you're not facing me, how can I throw or hit you with a glass and it hits you square in the forehead? When you're saying your back was turned to me.. Am i throwing curve balls with cocktail glasses?

What broke my heart and what still hurts me until this day is, the same friend who was actually there and saw it, asking me to be a groomsmen in his wedding moments before, turned on me and lied with his statements and just took their side. And the other one wanted nothing to do with it either way, which I can understand, but a day is going to come he needs someone to vouch for him or speak up on his account, and.... it will come back. And for everyone to lie and make up all that BS, like damn I completely understand its you vs us, but just dirty. I have friends I haven't even spoke with since, that I've known since kindergarten that just took their word and I hear all through town the different versions or what they've been told, obviously where I'm like the violent one who cheap shot him or whatever they have to tell people to make themselves feel good and look like the victim, but you get to a point you have no reason to explain yourself, and most of them know who I am and how I am, so they know thats not how I get down. I have friends who I spoke to for the first time and they have asked "aren't you supposed to be in jail?" and I couldn't even respond or respect them because its like, wow. Not one person was man enough to reach out and find out for themselves what happened, they just took the families word for it, and its like good, I'm glad I see what type of people they are.

I fought the case for over a year because... If i was 100% wrong, I would have taken my punishment, but he was the one who had started all of it and kept coming at me, so I did what I did, and I can sleep at night. I spent 6 nights in Twin Towers LA County Jail, which was an experience in itself, especially being bi-racial and having to choose a side. Because it was a great bodily injury I had to take some sort of charge when the case started to fall apart. They all had the same story perfectly lined up, but when they took blood for him testing for coke (showing he was aggressive) they also found that he was 4x the legal BAC limit, so the court was like that's not even possible to be that together on eyewitness accounts. If he was this drunk I can only imagine the rest of you were pretty drunk. There was no camera in this big restaurant where it happened right in the middle of it, with cameras all around, but no footage specific, so that ruined me mentally early on. They were saying they loved me like a brother but they wanted me to do the max sentence (5-8 years, and for me, that shows they were trying to play it off like he had no involvement), they gave me an Imprisonment charge for grabbing my old best friends gf while they were jumping me. My first lawyer seemed so caught up on just taking a year in jail like that was great deal but I said nope I'll go to trial. I ended up taking a plea for Felony Assault With a deadly weapon w/ intent to cause Great Bodily Harm. I worked it so that I wouldn't have to go to jail, got 3 years of probation and upon completion I get it dropped to a misdemeanor and can have it expunged, 400 hours of community service, 12 anger management classes, had to pay him 7500 cash for restitution because he was crying about needing plastic surgery really bad because it's affecting his life, and of course he never got it done, and it's been a bitch finding work because of being looked at as a Felon.

But it's all good, all I can do now is let it build my mental toughness and character.

Sorry for the horrible essay and rambling, as well as the formatting, but it felt nice to be able to get it off my chest. And when I'm mad I just look at the pic of him in the hospital stitched up.

So yeah, that's why I don't talk to my once best friend anymore.

TL;DR: doesn't do it justice... but I hate bullies, and don't let people get to you.. keep your head right