It was just another night at carriage house apartments at Uconn when things got crazy. My roommate, Nassim, had just gotten in a fist fight with one of the kids that lived at the apartment. After the fight, now outside of the house and wanting another round, Nassim was screaming crazy things at the kid like "Show yourself! I'll chase you to end of the world!". But he would not come outside. Jim, my other roommate, and definitely the most wild of the three of us and anyone I know for that matter, was surprisingly calm and even seemed somewhat sober to be at the time. He was trying unsuccessfuly to calm down Nassim.

Well, we weren't getting back in the house after all of that, so we headed back to our dorm, where all hell broke loose. I took a seperate car so I arrived later than Nassim and Jim. When I walked into our room, I narrowly missed our coffee table being hurled accross the room by Nassim in an angry rage. Broken glasses and shot glasses on the floor, everything tipped over, it was a war scene. Then Nassim decided to bang his head against our bathroom mirror over and over ... This wasn't looking good so Jim tried taking control of the situation in a way that only he would. Not being able to get Nassim to stop banging his head, Jim pushed Nassim aside, and yelled, "Fine! You want to hit the mirror! We'll all hit the mirror!" SMASH!

One punch and the entire mirror shatters into pieces. This was thick glass too. A large piece of the glass caused a gash in Jim's forearm. The sight of blood must've awakened his primal instincts because from that point on, I saw the craziest, scariest, and all around weirdest display of human behavior I ever want to see in my life. Blood literally gushing from Jim's arm, he next walked over to his beloved life size Scarface poster and started talking shit to him. We couldn't really make out what he was saying because he was mumbling. Then, BOOM, Jim punches the Scarface poster and his fist goes right through the wall and gets stuck there. As he angrily tries pulling his arm out, he's stretching this massive wound even more. We're freaking out at this point b/c he's losing a lot of blood and needs to get stitches. But Jim refused! There was no way this man was going to the hospital. Instead, he sat down on the sofa, and started fingering his wound, playing with it and making everyone in the room want to throw up.

Finally our friend James, an excellent negotiator, convinced Jim to follow him to his car so that they could get stitches. It appeared the monster was gone. Think again ... A couple minutes later, the door swings open and Jim runs in, slamming it shut behind him and locking it. Apparantly, just when they started the car, Jim flew the car door open and sprinted back to the dorms. LOL ... So now he's back in the dorms, sitting in his chair again, and eventually he actually passes out from losing so much blood so we called 911 and got the biggest idiot ever. She actually asked us if he was dead. So James told her not yet and warned them that if he woke up while they were taking him away, he wouldn't be happy.

A huge police officer and paramedics with a stretcher came into the room. They cut open his pants to get his wallet (not sure why it was really necessary to destroy the pants) and they looked for some identification. "Is this him?" asked the police officer as he pulled out a driver's license. "Uhh, nope." Police officer, "this one?" Us - "Nope ..." This went on for all 4 or 5 of Jim's fake IDs. He didn't actually have a real license at all.

Finally the police officer notices Nassim passed out on the futon with a black eye and his face all lumped up. "And what the hell happened to this guy?" Us - "Oh don't worry about him, he's fine." Jim never did wake up, they wheeled him away in the stretcher and we finally got some sleep.

Jim woke up early in the morning at the hospital with an IV connected to him and absolutely no recollection of anything that happened after he broke the glass. Terrified about how he ended up in the hospital, Jim ripped the IV right out of his arm and took off running down the hall. LOL ... "Wait! Wait!" yelled the hospital employees. Then his sister yells his name. Jim - "What the fuck are you doing here? Why am I here? What the hell's going on? Does mom know about this?"

Jim returned to the dorm later that morning and slept for the rest of the day, getting his life back together. We actually never got written up for the whole thing because it really was an accident after all. Jim only punched the glass to calm Nassim down and come to think of it, I guess it worked.

I heard that a year later, the people that live in that room now still do not have a middle mirror in their bathroom. As for Jim, he's since calmed down quite a bit and hasn't had to go to the hospital for any other incidents.