You guys are never gonna believe this story... although, its really not all that far-fetched.
A few nights ago I met up with Brian (aka "Brain"). He used to work and hang out with Brett at Homestore.com. In any rate, he was basically the only one of Brett's set of California friends I liked. He is always, always a great source for gossip. Got a lot out of him last night. Usually, its about his own personal antics. But, I just need to share this one story with you all ...
One night, Brian went out with Brett and a few other people. As always, they were drinking like it was going out of style. 5 shots and God knows how many drinks later, Brett and Brian decide to move to another bar. The other people they were with couldn't handle the fun anymore and baled on them. So the two drunkards went to a bar in Santa Monica called 217. There they had yet another barrel full of liquor. Nevertheless, Brian found himself a girl to talk to and Brett found a bouncer to start fighting with. Of course, Brett gets kicked out of the bar. The girl Brian was with had to make him aware that his friend just got ousted. Brian goes out to see what is going on. Of course, they are told to both leave. Brian scores a phone number and a long night with Brett. What fun!
The night (like any bender) is not complete without public displays of drunkenness and, of course, mass destruction. As they make their way to the parking lot, Brian convinces Brett that he should drive as he is better at the whole 'drinking and driving' thing. Brett is in a world of is own and apparently not listening to Brian. They get to the parking garage, and Brett starts fuming about getting thrown out from the bar. He is livid and blabbering loudly the words 'FUCK, FUCK, FUCK'. (Let's say DUH,DUH,DUH!) Angry at himself for behaving in such a manner, he takes his aggression out on the parking garage's gate arm (the mechanic arm that swings open and close after you get the ticket to enter the parking garage). Brett manages to break the whole arm off the ticket booth. "Oh, shit! We need to get out of here", Brian yelled. They quickly vacated the crime scene. They walked around for what seemed like an eternity. They wanted to let the buzz around the crime scene to wear off (as well as the buzz) before they attempted to drive themselves home.
All of a sudden, Brian heard someone yell, "Freeze!". Brian immediately put his hands in the air. Brett, drunker than a distillery, didn't hear the cops and continued to walk. Finally, Brett got a glimpse of reality when 4 cop cars surrounded them.
They were separately interrogated. The cops tried to get Brian to admit that they did something. He said that he didn't see anything, didn't know anything. "(He) may have been drunk, (he) wasn't gonna be stupid." As one group of cops were interrogating Brian, the others were busy with Brett. Brett started to get agitated and started pushing the cops around. Of course, the drunkard wasn't making any sense. They handcuffed both suspects and put them in separate squad cars.
After 30 minutes of sitting in the squad car, they let Brian go. They told him since he was cooperative and the witnesses didn't see them actually commiting the vandalism, they let him go without any problems. Brian politely asked the police about Brett. They said they were going to arrest him on charges of public drunkenness. Then, the police asked Brian if he needed a cab or could drive home. He couldn't drive a manual transmission (Brett drove that night) and he wasn't going to fall for that trick either; he took the cab home.
At 9AM the following day, Brian got a call from the police station. Brett spent the night in jail. He told Brian of his accounts in a local jail...
Fearful of all the terrible things that can happen in jail, Brett was quite cautious and very much paranoid. He thought that the inmates would try to rape him and make him their bitch. So, when the cops put him in a cell with other men, Brett started to push them around and cause problems. The cops had to put him in solitary confinement. (Just in a cell by himself). He was so mad that he pissed all over the cell. The cops were like... you can use the bathroom, dude! Because of his terrible behavior and attitude, they kept him til 9AM.
Brian swears he will never go out with Brett alone again. He says the more people that are around, the better. The evening was enough for Brian to take a hiadus from partying and bar hopping for a good month. The whole situation was very sobering. Brett agreed his drinking got the best of him. He told Brian that he would not drink as much, he would just do more drugs instead. What a loser!
I must say.... I am soooooooooooo glad that I am out of that situation. Apparently its only gotten worse. I don't know how Mindy is still with him. I need to kick some sense into that girl!
