I called the cops today for the first time ever.

So today I actually dialed 911 for the first time in my life. It was a weird experience to say the least.


So Jeff's girlfriend, Cecilia comes over and invites me over to her friends house for a small get-together. As the party is starting to die down a bit, some people look over to the frat house across the street and notice what appears to be one person in some kind of altercation with another guy. Some of the guys go over to investigate and it turns out we were wrong. Guy A was simply drunk and stumbling around while guy B was attempting to help him. We talked to guy B for a while and guy A woke up from being pseudo-passed out on the lawn and comes over to talk too. At first it's a pleasant experience because everyone is being so nice and hey, we've all had a few so there's the comradery of being tipsy/drunk. This is until Ryan starts to joke and say that he would like to join the fraternity and will do whatever it takes to get in.

Well, this did not settle well with guy A, the drunker of the two frat guys. He didn't feel that Ryan's type of people would be a good fit into the frat and began to tell Ryan to go away and get off of his lawn. Ryan, apparently not really sensing the hostility pointed things out such as how he would be a good addition and that this was not, technically, that man's lawn. This is about the time guy A, the drunk one, gets physical and starts to push Ryan away and swear at him. Ryan retorted by walking away and simply saying "fuck you" or something to that extent. This is the point when Ryan was then punched in the head. We all quickly intervene and pull the two apart. Ryan is on the other side of the street and the now assailent was being held back by his frat master.

Matt, another member of my party, tried to explain that this was uncalled for. The frat master will not have any of this though, as he argues that Ryan had no right to come onto their lawn and say "fuck you" to his initiate. While this would be true, it was in the street, public domain, where Ryan was assaulted. Of course everyone is a little tipsy and hot headed at this point so no one is hearing the other person really, but me, matt, ryan and the 4th guy who's name I never caught all walk away (for me, this is in the opposite direction from where I live but I want to make sure everyone gets home alright) when we pass a group of 20 or so men.

These 20 some odd men seem to have come out of nowhere, at least to me. As we walked by them one of that party attempted to stare down Matt, only to then shake hands and chatt with the 4th guy who's name I didn't know. A bit of an odd encounter but whatever, I'm just relieved to find that this group isn't the rest of the frat coming out of the back of the house as I initially thought. About halfway between the frat house and the apartments we were walking to, Matt and 4th guy realize they need to go back the way we came to the 7-11 for cigeretts. I'm not exactly pleased about this but since the frat master had seemed to reel his subordinate in and this new pack of people were between us and the initial frat people I felt we could all sneak by unnoticed, which we thankfully did. I was worried when Ryan decided to split off and allegedly go home, up the steep hill that was had the street which seperated the party I started at and the frat house.

We crossed the street back to the point of the party and most of us were in our parking lot talking about the situation. 3 minutes into our conversation and re-telling of what just happened to the other party goers, Ryan comes speeding down the hill on the longbord he had been carrying. He had layed down on it like a street luge flicking everyone off. It was the funniest thing any of us had seen in ages and completely highlighted the absurdety of the whole situation. Unfortunetly the two gangs of fratguys didn't notice and partake in the hilarity of it all because a few minutes later shirts were being thrown off and a large brawl was underway. All of this stemming from the same asshole who had punched Ryan earlyer, and his inability to simply walk away and keep his mouth shut.

At firsrt my group simply watched in fasination, being sure to avoide brawlers as they fought. At first I simply assumed this would die down after a few punches were thrown but to my horror it didn't. A few people had been downed and were being beat upon, which is when it dawned on me to call the cops. I dialed 911 not fully expecting what to say or what the process for this was. I was connected with a dispatcher and told them the situation and the street corners this was taking place on and they transfered me to the poliece, who asked all the same questions and a few more.

No, I don't see any weapons.

Maybe about 40 guys, it's a whole frat house for sure.

Corner of Pat Garrison and Comanche.

I then gave my name and phone number and they informed me that another call was on the line and to call back if something else happened. I was a little suprised at how it ended, but I mean it makes sense in retrospect. I suppose it was just that I was fully aware of the seriousness of the situation while for all they knew I was a prank caller just trying to get some frat in trouble.

After a few minutes we heard sirens, which broke the fight in the middle of the street up. My group retreated to the front steps of the apartment while the cop cars showed up. As one pulled into the dark allyway next to the frat house I could see that the fight had broke out again down there past where I could see without the aid of the cop car's headlights.

In the end about 5-7 cars came and went. I don't know how many, if any, arrests were made and so far I haven't recieved any phone calls asking for a statement or anything. Hopefully the dick who started the whole thing, the one who punched Ryan and started the fight with the other pack of dudes won't be getting into his new frat. I don't think he would do well in there.


Between this and the shootout from last night, this is the crimewave of the century for my little college town.