My other half is Bruce Lee.

One day on a dry campus, there was alcohol present. The type of alcohol that was present was Hypnotic, Hennessy, and some other intoxicating items.

I’m a little guy; I’m not too much bigger than Olive Oil, so when I drink it hits my system pretty hard. When I drink the intoxication happens so sudden, the feeling is something like a wave of water going over the beach, I’m not talking about the wave that smash into the beach, I’m talking about the one that smoothly washes away the sand.

During the second semester the alcohol found its way up in my system and I tapped into my former life and my inner self. My friend and I walked up to my room on the third floor of my dorm room to get a couple of CD’s and return to the second floor without any problems.

On our way up to the third floor I knew I was a little messed up when I started to walk east and west instead of north and south. When the intoxication took over I began to become my other half. My other half is Bruce Lee.

While walking through the hall I noticed a foe; it was a foot soldier from one of my arch nemesis. In actuality it was really a trash can. I noticed he had his back turned so I swiftly ran and kicked him in the back. I flew like Lu Kang in Mortal Kombat.

The first enemy was defeated and three more appeared one jump in through the window and two three more jumped out from the rooms down the hall. I knew I had a problem on my hands so I leaped into action and headed straight for the enemy. The first foe was no problem, I guess he just got in the clan and was doing this to get some points in the respect ladder.

The second was standing against the wall and didn’t move so leaned back and shot forward with a fieriest blow to the head. After he fell my hand began to hurt; I figured he had a metal plate in his head.

I moved on the next victim, he was fast and witty I had to take my time on this foe. The fight was on and I attacked first, he dodged and came around with a roundhouse kick to the face, I moved and moved back to gain space but he swiftly threw a ninja star (banana peel) so I did the matrix on him. As I cheated death I ran towards him and jumped off the right wall hopped on to the left and came around with a nasty roundhouse to the face and he left where he had entered.

The day was done and the village was safe from any harm, so I thought.

When I came to I realize that I was down the hall with a garbage can near the window. My friend said I had kicked it pretty hard. When I got back down stairs my friend told the story to the other guys I hang out with. Also, I have a friend that turned into an alcoholic during the same semester. She’s had an inner alcoholic in her and when she had a sip of what we were drinking the drunk came out and so did the freak, but that’s another story for another time.