A night of boozy adventures in gay Atlanta turned into a bloody mess, a budding romance turned sour and somehow, there was still time to lie to the cops.
The ways in which a night of gay bar-hopping can go bad are endless. But this 23-year-old guy seemed to do his best to make July 11 a night to remember. For him. For his older love interest. And for Atlanta police.
You know, just another Friday night in Midtown.
When the cocktailing stopped, the real adventures were just getting started for this Midtown apartment dweller. An evening of clubbing ended at Mixx, our involved party tells Atlanta police, according to an incident report. But described as “unsteady on his feet, his speech was slurred, and he smelled strongly of alcoholic beverage,” you'll understand if his version of events comes with a dose of skepticism.
The first sign of a little sketch in his swag? It's not clear how he got from Mixx on Piedmont Avenue to the intersection of Collier Road and Northside Drive, where he flagged down a police officer. At 3 in the morning.
“At first [he] told me he had been attacked from behind by an unknown number of assailants. [He] said he did not see them and was unsure of the attackers race, sex, or number.”
Uh-huh. But the unsteady man was sure of one thing: Nothing happened at Mixx that preceded the altercation. Not a thing.
Once he was treated by paramedics – he suffered a gash on the back of his head, a swollen lip and several scratches – the officer noted that the victim phoned a friend for help. That didn't go well, either, as the friend refused to pick him up. The same 34-year-old friend he just partied with all night.
Spurned (and bloodied), the victim quickly took a different tone after that failed phone conversation.
“After [the friend] refused to come pick him up [he] then asked me if it would be possible to have someone prosecuted for attacking him and then he admitted that he knew who attacked him.”
Oh, really? Apparently, bitter helps clear the mind. Turns out, the victim's revised retelling of what happened had he and his friend attempting to turn up the heat on their relationship earlier that night. There was a misunderstanding. An argument. Then a fight.
The officer, soured on this romance gone wrong, delivered our guy to his apartment on 17th Street with instructions on how to follow up if he wants to prosecute. Good luck with that. No arrests were made in the case.