What is the name of your state?State of California
Friday March 18. I Chris, age 21 height 5’11’ weight 190, arrived home from work around 10:00pm, there was only 4-5 people in the house and most of them were familiar faces. My roommate was having friends over for a small social gathering, mostly comprised of SFSU students in his marketing association. Most everyone was drinking casually. I went up to my room, showered and changed and came down perhaps 40 minutes later to join the party. By then there were a few more people, perhaps 15 total. I had a light beer at this point and began socializing. Maybe an hour passed and 10 more people showed up; by this point I had had about 4 light beers. I began to notice there was a group of about 4-6 guys who I had never seen before and whom no one I knew seemed to be socializing with, I didn’t think anything else of it until I heard one of them on the phone say; “no, there is plenty to drink here” or something to that effect. It should be noted there is a small bar in our house which we like to keep stocked for such occasions. At this point I was in the kitchen socializing, meeting people and overheard someone say “(my roommate) is getting punked at the bar.” Instinctively I walked out of the kitchen to see what exactly was meant and saw one of the men I had never seen before behind the bar with Marty (only two people can fit functionally behind it.) I figured maybe he didn’t understand that he lived there and was tending bar. I approached him, he was bent over looking for something underneath the bar on the shelves I assume. I put my hand on his back in a manner you would when trying to politely make your presence behind someone known, and excuse yourself by them as politely as possible. As I did so I said; “excuse me man.”(trying to keep it casual) No reply or acknowledgement was made on his part. I repeated this several times staying as polite as I know how, to no response at all. It was becoming apparent I was being ignored. My roommate standing behind him ( a very un-intimidating smaller guy, who was not drinking. ) told him politely that I was going to help my roommate behind the bar. He then erected himself from his bent position and the way I saw it looked me in the eye aggressively and intimidating, (we were standing no more than two feet away from each other.) I said lowly and calmly in case he wasn’t trying to be offensive said; “oh, I live here and I’m just gonna jump back here and help my roommate make some drinks,” expecting him to comply with no hassle, I was not being in the least offensive. Still not having moved an inch, he leaned in closer to me staring me directly in the eye and his reply was something to the effect of, “yeah? What about it, **** you?” stepping closer to me in a threatening manner, acting in my mind as though he was going to get even more aggressive. At that moment before I could even make a decision about how to handle the situation, my fight or flight response decided for me and I jabbed him once in the face. He recoiled and swung at me, striking me in my left temple, I jabbed once more directly following his and froze up when I noticed I had drawn blood from his nose. (In total, I threw two punches, he was looking me directly in the face when they happened, and I was standing no more than two feet away from him.) He then charged and tackled me, I fell over the wine rack directly behind me breaking bottles and glass. I was now on the floor and before I could get up his friends (whom I believe live in the dorms at SFSU) were standing over me, kicking me on the floor repeatedly. I ducked and covered my face and head with my hands expecting the worst. ( I had a series of lumps and bruises on my scalp which himself and his friends felt with their own hands later that night.) Moments later other people had pulled everyone away and I got up and began yelling for everyone to leave, and in doing so noticed a few of his friends and guests I was not familiar with had taken up bottles in their hands. Myself and others urged everyone to drop them. He was now on the opposite side of the room with his 4-6 friends, some holding bottles, specifically a taller blonde man. He (Jemarco) was screaming for me to come outside. I was very reluctant and said if I went outside his friends would just jump me and he agreed that was in fact what would happen. I believe it was at this point the taller blonde man; the only one who hadn’t dropped his bottle, threw it approximately 10 feet across the room at me. It nicked the top of my head and shattered against the window about 3 feet behind me. His nose was bleeding and it was becoming apparent they weren’t going to leave, and no one could make them leave. They (His friends) were now individually (maybe 2 of them) on their phones calling other friends to come to my house and retaliate more. So trying to diffuse the situation as much as possible I attempted to apologize, much to his dismay. I refused their many requests for me to go outside and pleaded with them not to call more people over. He was adamant still on bringing me outside, and was challenging anyone who looked at him. He then came upstairs to the bathroom to clean himself off, I followed him into the bathroom. He was still screaming to go outside, and that I had no idea who I had messed with. After his face was cleaned off and the bleeding stopped, he began yelling for me to give him money. I told him to come in my room with me alone so we could talk, he was still being loud and abrasive, screaming at me to give him money. Panicking and scared and brought him in my room and gave him the only money I have which was $80 dollars, (he snatched it out of my hands before I could count it aloud) We then shook hands in reconciliation, he put the money in his pocked and seemed satiated. He then became loud again insisting to go back downstairs and drink more, challenging anyone who looked at him still, and sporadically insisting I step outside still. He demanded I pour us drinks and I complied, between the two of us we drank three quarters of a fifth of 80 proof alcohol in a matter of 15 minutes, interrupted by calls to go outside. I felt as though he was still going to retaliate in some way and brought him outside to talk to him personally were he confided to me that I had “swung on the wrong guy.” And that he “grew up with guns, shoots guns, owns guns, and has guns at home.” I’m not sure how or why it was brought up but something was mentioned about his involvement with cocaine, perhaps dealing it by others. This information scared me immensely. I was brutally honest with him, and told him I am only going to school here, that I am originally from San Diego, and that I’m not trying to get myself killed. I had given him all the money I had, and just wanted the situation to diffuse. He stated that he had respected what I had done, and I was now his friend. I still found it hard to feel comfortable with the situation and was very scared, his friends were still inside. We exchanged names, and cellular phone numbers. His name is Jemarco(spelling?), 21 years old, about same build and height as myself, and his cellular number is (415) 793-8207. He said in an intimidating tone that we would be in touch and that he would come over the following day. Unable to sleep and still a little scared, I called him shortly after he and his friends left my house, and left him a message again apologizing and pleading not to do anything rash. The next day, Saturday the 19th of March came and went, he didn’t call me, nor I him and assumed the incident was over. I went in to work on Sunday the 20th from 11:00am-8:00pm without incident and returned home. Around 12:30am I noticed a missed call, and checked my voicemail to find he had called me. I immediately returned the call. He told me that he had been fired from his job (for missing 1-2 days of work?) and that his parents were very upset and wanted him to press charges, and his friends wanted to, “come see me.” He then told me he was “so drunk” he couldn’t remember exactly what had happened, and asked me to recap the events to him, I did so briefly not deviating from this statement except in less detail. He said he mad been in many fights, and knows how to fight and doesn’t know how this happened, insinuating foul play I took it. I told him I had never been in a fight, I had only thrown two punches, and wished I hadn’t. He asked weather I thought my friends had done most of his injuries to him and I explained that the only friends I had there were my roommates (the one behind the bar, and another that that was clearly only trying to hold his friends back from me un-aggressively, whom was later the object of his, (Jemarco’s) desire to still fight.) I told him I had no idea what happened after I fell backwards, I lost sight of him, and was sheltering myself from his friend’s punches and kicks. I proceeded to tell him, I have no money, and the last thing I want is his friends showing up at my house to retaliate. He said that he had a black eye, and it was still swollen, and that he was going to see the doctor tomorrow (Monday the 21st) and he would call me and let me know what was going on, and that we would “defiantly be in touch.” In my attempts to reconcile the situation, he is only leading me to believe he wants to use my fear and desire to diffuse against me and intimidate me as means of extortion. Today is the Monday the 21st and I, as well as my roommates and family feel it is in my best interest to tell the authorities these events exactly as I recall them, in the case either his friends show up at my home to retaliate, or he decides to press charges.
Friday March 18. I Chris, age 21 height 5’11’ weight 190, arrived home from work around 10:00pm, there was only 4-5 people in the house and most of them were familiar faces. My roommate was having friends over for a small social gathering, mostly comprised of SFSU students in his marketing association. Most everyone was drinking casually. I went up to my room, showered and changed and came down perhaps 40 minutes later to join the party. By then there were a few more people, perhaps 15 total. I had a light beer at this point and began socializing. Maybe an hour passed and 10 more people showed up; by this point I had had about 4 light beers. I began to notice there was a group of about 4-6 guys who I had never seen before and whom no one I knew seemed to be socializing with, I didn’t think anything else of it until I heard one of them on the phone say; “no, there is plenty to drink here” or something to that effect. It should be noted there is a small bar in our house which we like to keep stocked for such occasions. At this point I was in the kitchen socializing, meeting people and overheard someone say “(my roommate) is getting punked at the bar.” Instinctively I walked out of the kitchen to see what exactly was meant and saw one of the men I had never seen before behind the bar with Marty (only two people can fit functionally behind it.) I figured maybe he didn’t understand that he lived there and was tending bar. I approached him, he was bent over looking for something underneath the bar on the shelves I assume. I put my hand on his back in a manner you would when trying to politely make your presence behind someone known, and excuse yourself by them as politely as possible. As I did so I said; “excuse me man.”(trying to keep it casual) No reply or acknowledgement was made on his part. I repeated this several times staying as polite as I know how, to no response at all. It was becoming apparent I was being ignored. My roommate standing behind him ( a very un-intimidating smaller guy, who was not drinking. ) told him politely that I was going to help my roommate behind the bar. He then erected himself from his bent position and the way I saw it looked me in the eye aggressively and intimidating, (we were standing no more than two feet away from each other.) I said lowly and calmly in case he wasn’t trying to be offensive said; “oh, I live here and I’m just gonna jump back here and help my roommate make some drinks,” expecting him to comply with no hassle, I was not being in the least offensive. Still not having moved an inch, he leaned in closer to me staring me directly in the eye and his reply was something to the effect of, “yeah? What about it, **** you?” stepping closer to me in a threatening manner, acting in my mind as though he was going to get even more aggressive. At that moment before I could even make a decision about how to handle the situation, my fight or flight response decided for me and I jabbed him once in the face. He recoiled and swung at me, striking me in my left temple, I jabbed once more directly following his and froze up when I noticed I had drawn blood from his nose. (In total, I threw two punches, he was looking me directly in the face when they happened, and I was standing no more than two feet away from him.) He then charged and tackled me, I fell over the wine rack directly behind me breaking bottles and glass. I was now on the floor and before I could get up his friends (whom I believe live in the dorms at SFSU) were standing over me, kicking me on the floor repeatedly. I ducked and covered my face and head with my hands expecting the worst. ( I had a series of lumps and bruises on my scalp which himself and his friends felt with their own hands later that night.) Moments later other people had pulled everyone away and I got up and began yelling for everyone to leave, and in doing so noticed a few of his friends and guests I was not familiar with had taken up bottles in their hands. Myself and others urged everyone to drop them. He was now on the opposite side of the room with his 4-6 friends, some holding bottles, specifically a taller blonde man. He (Jemarco) was screaming for me to come outside. I was very reluctant and said if I went outside his friends would just jump me and he agreed that was in fact what would happen. I believe it was at this point the taller blonde man; the only one who hadn’t dropped his bottle, threw it approximately 10 feet across the room at me. It nicked the top of my head and shattered against the window about 3 feet behind me. His nose was bleeding and it was becoming apparent they weren’t going to leave, and no one could make them leave. They (His friends) were now individually (maybe 2 of them) on their phones calling other friends to come to my house and retaliate more. So trying to diffuse the situation as much as possible I attempted to apologize, much to his dismay. I refused their many requests for me to go outside and pleaded with them not to call more people over. He was adamant still on bringing me outside, and was challenging anyone who looked at him. He then came upstairs to the bathroom to clean himself off, I followed him into the bathroom. He was still screaming to go outside, and that I had no idea who I had messed with. After his face was cleaned off and the bleeding stopped, he began yelling for me to give him money. I told him to come in my room with me alone so we could talk, he was still being loud and abrasive, screaming at me to give him money. Panicking and scared and brought him in my room and gave him the only money I have which was $80 dollars, (he snatched it out of my hands before I could count it aloud) We then shook hands in reconciliation, he put the money in his pocked and seemed satiated. He then became loud again insisting to go back downstairs and drink more, challenging anyone who looked at him still, and sporadically insisting I step outside still. He demanded I pour us drinks and I complied, between the two of us we drank three quarters of a fifth of 80 proof alcohol in a matter of 15 minutes, interrupted by calls to go outside. I felt as though he was still going to retaliate in some way and brought him outside to talk to him personally were he confided to me that I had “swung on the wrong guy.” And that he “grew up with guns, shoots guns, owns guns, and has guns at home.” I’m not sure how or why it was brought up but something was mentioned about his involvement with cocaine, perhaps dealing it by others. This information scared me immensely. I was brutally honest with him, and told him I am only going to school here, that I am originally from San Diego, and that I’m not trying to get myself killed. I had given him all the money I had, and just wanted the situation to diffuse. He stated that he had respected what I had done, and I was now his friend. I still found it hard to feel comfortable with the situation and was very scared, his friends were still inside. We exchanged names, and cellular phone numbers. His name is Jemarco(spelling?), 21 years old, about same build and height as myself, and his cellular number is (415) 793-8207. He said in an intimidating tone that we would be in touch and that he would come over the following day. Unable to sleep and still a little scared, I called him shortly after he and his friends left my house, and left him a message again apologizing and pleading not to do anything rash. The next day, Saturday the 19th of March came and went, he didn’t call me, nor I him and assumed the incident was over. I went in to work on Sunday the 20th from 11:00am-8:00pm without incident and returned home. Around 12:30am I noticed a missed call, and checked my voicemail to find he had called me. I immediately returned the call. He told me that he had been fired from his job (for missing 1-2 days of work?) and that his parents were very upset and wanted him to press charges, and his friends wanted to, “come see me.” He then told me he was “so drunk” he couldn’t remember exactly what had happened, and asked me to recap the events to him, I did so briefly not deviating from this statement except in less detail. He said he mad been in many fights, and knows how to fight and doesn’t know how this happened, insinuating foul play I took it. I told him I had never been in a fight, I had only thrown two punches, and wished I hadn’t. He asked weather I thought my friends had done most of his injuries to him and I explained that the only friends I had there were my roommates (the one behind the bar, and another that that was clearly only trying to hold his friends back from me un-aggressively, whom was later the object of his, (Jemarco’s) desire to still fight.) I told him I had no idea what happened after I fell backwards, I lost sight of him, and was sheltering myself from his friend’s punches and kicks. I proceeded to tell him, I have no money, and the last thing I want is his friends showing up at my house to retaliate. He said that he had a black eye, and it was still swollen, and that he was going to see the doctor tomorrow (Monday the 21st) and he would call me and let me know what was going on, and that we would “defiantly be in touch.” In my attempts to reconcile the situation, he is only leading me to believe he wants to use my fear and desire to diffuse against me and intimidate me as means of extortion. Today is the Monday the 21st and I, as well as my roommates and family feel it is in my best interest to tell the authorities these events exactly as I recall them, in the case either his friends show up at my home to retaliate, or he decides to press charges.