i’ve been debating on whether or not to post this all day, due to basically the quite brutal nature of what happened and the possibility of legal repercussions [sp?].
my day started out like any other, wake up, work out, eat breakfast.
during my shower, i noticed the shower curtain was looking at me in an odd way. i dismissed it as just an off hand look from a wanna be tough guy.
as i was stepping out of the shower, he came from my right side and tangled my arm and tried to sweep my leg out from under me.
reflexively, i planted my left foot and ripped my right arm out of his grasp, pulling him off balance. he then tried to club me in the back of the head with a shower pole.
luckily it was a weak swing and it bounced off my back.
i then began attacking him with a few different hammerfist combinations, ripping the pole out of it’s rings and away from his grasp.
he came in for a double leg and i tried for the small package.
we then tumbled to the ground and i hit my head on the sink pipes. then he was trying for a figure 4 leg lock. at the last second i was able to slip my right leg out and back hand him across the hem.
i then grabbed a handful of shower curtain rings and slammed the toilet set down on them 3 or 4 times. shards of plastic and shower curtain gore splattered everywhere.
he then went for my throat. at this point, i guess
i sort of panicked. i knocked one of his hands down and repeatedly stabbed him with my toothbrush, pulling him upwards as i did so, and finishing him with inner hooking, a shuai chiao throw.
as far as i know, the shower curtain is in the hospital, critical yet stable condition.
i’m hoping to beat the murder 1 rap.
it was self defense!
Your story reminds me of one morning when I woke up, and felt my way to the bathroom to take my shower…there was this towel hanging dry next to the shower and for some reason, I launched a combo white crane jing to it…the first one was good, but on the second one I hurt my back quite much…the day then went on, I went training, warmed up my back with great attention and in the middle of the gong fu class, I cannot move anymore…even budging one inch puts me in pain I seldom felt…all my brothers in arm wonder what’s happening and ask me how I done it…I don’t know why, but I told them the true story about the towel incident…what have I done?? They laughed at me sooooo hard, and months after some of them still drop a joke about it sometimes.
NEVER fight a bathroom furniture…
And people think that I’m paranoid for switching all my lights out and stalking around the house with a katana after dark. It’s good to see someone else who appreciates the dangers of living in modern suburbia.
I have found stairs to be most treacherous, and I always keep my toaster under electronic surveillance. My brother was mauled by a toolbox on the floor of a dark shed once. He was just walking along looking for the light switch when it leaped out and broke his foot, before an attempted retreat behind a hail of spilled tools.
You can’t be too careful
Good job man, i’m glad you prevailed 
