"PUT THE BOTTLE DOWN"

Daylight was coming up, me and alex had been out all night in Lisbon, we were talking to this car load of german girls that were parked on the side of the street, we had been chatting for a bit and they were going to give us a lift back to where we were staying because they were staying close by. this poutigues guy about the same age came up and sort of joined into the conversation, he was pretty suss looking and after a while we hinted to the girls that we should get going.

Thats when this guy got all werid, like super jelouse or something, then we exchanged words with him telling him to chill out or whatever, and he totally flips out, grabs alex and tries to pick pocket him in front of everyone, hes in a mad rush trying to slam his hand into alex pocket, where he's camera was. luckely alex is wearing mad skin tight jeans so its pretty much impossible for himself to get into the pockets let alone anyone else. me and alex are like what the fuck are you doing and it turns into a bit of scuffles with no punches, we push the dude away and tell him to get the fuck out of here, he pretty much just turns and runs up the street. while all that was going down the car of girls freaked out and took of aswell.

So alex and myself are like what the fuck just happened, that all happened in about 20 seconds, we decide to get a taxi out of here before we get in anymore trouble. we head up the street a bit and wait to wave down a cab, theres a few other people doing the same thing, and we talk to an english couple telling them what had just happen. we had only been waiting for around 5 minutes, when i see the guy who just tried to jump us walking back down, so i open my big mouth and start giving him a mouth full, when all of a sudden the mother fucker pulls out a smashed bottle from behind he's back and holds it directly inline with my face about a foot away. the english couple totally shit them self and run down the street. he had the bottle held up at me, then turned straight to alex and started walking him backwards.

I pretty much froze up and didnt know what to do. i didn't know if i should just run in a full king hit this prick, chuck a full brock lesnar death clutch hammer time on hes face or stay calm and get alex out of it to make a run for it, i was pretty much yelling "What the fuck are you thinking" whilst alex was just saying, "its all right, put down the bottle." Next thing I know alex has pushed this guy over and the guy ripped Alex's shirt while falling down, and we make a run for it up the street and around the corner.

We sat for a bit, still in shock and pretty shaken up. where we were sitting, we could see him but he couldn't see us, cause we were higher up. we saw he was walking up the road to come have another go at us. thats when i picked up an empty vodka bottle, smashed it against a wall and we walked back out towards him. he stopped in he's tracks and we were standing about 15 meters apart, both holding bottles, me and alex were going nuts at the guy, pretty much bluffing him out like we were going to fuck him up big time. then we just turned around and ran, luckily waving down a taxi not far down the road.

It was nearly 8 am by the time we got home and we were pretty fucking over the whole experience. me and alex didn't even say one word about it for the next few days, and it was about a week later that we told Leon what had happen. thats the most scared i've been this whole trip, and the only time we have been in any real danger like that. its good to look back on it now, but at the time it was pretty fucked up.