my ironic mustache

when i got a phone call last night at 2:30am from sister telling me that she and her boyfriend grant got stabbed and were on their way to the hospital, my first thought was, “holy shit, someone fucking stabbed my sister.”  my second thought was, “i wonder what the other guy looks like.”  that’s him on the left, jervelle sirvonte gillon.

the story goes like this: brooke and grant were walking home on diamond from the meanwhile late last night when a tweaked piece of shit approached them and demanded her purse while pretending to have a gun.  both brooke and grant told him to fuck off but he kept following him.  brooke notices that the guy has a knife in his hand.  so naturally, she flicks her cigarette in his face and starts punching the guy.  in the process, the dude manages to stab her in the arm.  grant starts wailing on the guy, getting him on the ground, literally trying to kick the guy’s face in.  brooke gets on the phone with the cops while grant continues to beat the shit out of the guy while screaming at him for stabbing his girlfriend.  at one point, the dude manages to wiggle out of his shirt and tries to run off.  so grant kicks the guy’s legs out from under him and holds the dude there long enough for the police to arrive.  the dude then tries to tell the police that he was the one who got jumped, while brooke and grant are nursing knife wounds to their arms and chests respectively.  clearly, that was not the case and they carted that fucker off.  he’s getting charged with “assault with intent to rob – armed” and “assault with intent to murder.”  later, douche.

at the hospital, which i biked to at a lance armstrong-like pace, the cop told grant that his girlfriend was “a baddass.”  i’d have to agree.  i can’t say i would have done anything more than sock the dude and run.  brooke and grant clearly thought otherwise.  you can read about this epic tale of badass-ery here.

brooke dailey and grant murdock: certified badasses.

-srd