So how was your Oct. 31 this year? I need some legal advice

So let me start out by saying I never dress up for halloween, just not my thing and this year it stayed the same.

So parities started early this year for the area at 9:00 which was a good change for once. Started off by shotgunning a fourloko to set the tone. Ended up playing any drinking game you can think of and by 2am the party got shut down by a drunken roommate. So me and a few buddies happen to start walking to another party a few blocks away. While we were walking we heard this loud ass bang, and someone yell run. While I took about ten steps I decided I was too drunk to be running and running makes things look mad sketch like you did something. Pretty good logic for a 2am drunkness.

Then all of a sudden I feel this fist punch me in the face from behind, yelling some shit. So I fall to the ground in a daze. I look up and see this big ass black man had to be atleast 6'4'' 250lbs. Pretty much a guy who can fuck my day up. So while Im on the ground the dudes decided to keep kicking my every which way and telling me to stand up like a man. So I do after awhile of a beat down. Then BAM guy has a huge ass rock in his hand and clocks me with it. So once again I go down like a mofo. Thinking this is going to be the day I die. I start thinking of my family and shit get deep in my mind. Next thing I know he waves down a cop.

So im in he fetal position and the cop cuffs me and tellsme to stand up. My face is swollen to shit and this cop is talking mad shit to me. Asking where im from and if I do this shit in my home town and why I came there to do this shit. So im like wtf is going on, the cop wont let me talk. Another cop comes while the cop who just talked mad shit to me goes with the other guy. The cop who im with asks me whats going on so I tell him I have no idea and I just got a beat down.

So the other cop comes back and puts me in the car. Takes all my info and asks for my cell and home number. He tells me that the other guy (who just beat my ass) is not going to press charges and want me to replace his car drivers side window. Im like wtf is going on but at this point I have a stage 3 concussion (later went to the hospital to find out) and I just want to get out of there. So the cops tell me that he is going to give the guy my number so he can call me to replace it. Im said okay. But then the cop procedes to give the guy not only both my phone numbers but my home adress. Which I do believe is wrong to do and I never said that was okay.

So they uncuff me and let me out of the car and just tell me to leave. So i went to my buddies house where he tells me that the guy owns a baddass Lincoln Truck sitting on DUBS and is full murdered out. All the glass is limo tint so that shit isnt even legal. So the guy also looks like a drug dealer, ownes a baddass car in a sketchy block. So i fully assume he is a drug dealer, which just beat my ass and now has my adress.

So I have yet to hear from this guy to replace his window, I set up a meeteing with my lawyer to go over shit to see if I can get out of it and possible press assult chargers.But at the same time if I do shit a drug dealer still has my home adress so Im pretty much fucked.

Moral of the story is when someone yells run, you run.


cliffnotes: Partied, got my ass beat by a drug dealer who ow has my home adress.