My attack story.....

I was attacked.




Well, it was one night, I was going out to see my friend Jeremy Allen perform in a little band he was in.

Funny story goes along with this one- maybe a couple of funny stories.

Jeremy works at Alto Cinco. The band that he plays in consists of people that work there mostly.

It’s one of my favorite places to eat. Everyone agrees.

The owner – she is beautiful, and has great taste and style. Her employees are every 23rd old indiee girls dream. All of the employees should be famous artists and musicians.

Well, long ago…7 years or so…maybe even more…

The owner’s boyfriend took a liking to me.

He was a very famous rock star in town. I was just up and coming, playing open mics but getting attention fast…it’s a small town okay?

Not to diminish my efforts of being successful by any means.

SO….long story short. He lied, he cheated. He called me at 6 in the morning to talk on the phone….telling me he left his girlfriend…and hinting towards wanting to pursue something with me….

I believed him, only to have him sit me aside and say he’s NOT leaving his girlfriend and it had to end….

Very uncomfortable situation.

I had been hanging up flyers in town for my shows at the time.

I hung one up in my favorite restaurant. I did not know she owned the joint. I don’t even know if I knew that she was his girlfriend at the time….yikes.

Nonetheless…. she hated me for sometime I think. Or at least, I know I got many a dirty looks in the past.
Unless it is how she looks at everyone.

He told me not to hang flyers in her restaurant. I didn’t go there for months, and craved the food…


SO….Back to the original story.

The day of this show….I helped throw Veg fest.

Veg Fest 2005

Inner Harbor, Syracuse, NY

Alto Cinco had a booth.

There was this girl working there-I’ve seen her before. I don’t know her name, I don’t have any idea who she is okay….and she is giving me the nastiest looks.
I would have been dead had they been able to kill and get away with it.

(deep in my demented mind I thought for sure that it was written somewhere that if you worked at Alto cinco that you had to hate Ashley cox.

I get home that day-and my boyfriend sits me down and says…
What’s wrong with people…why are they such assholes …or something to that effect.

And went on to tell me what happened to him when he went to the Alto Cinco booth earlier that day.

The girl with the dirty faces at me-had at one time shoved him he said when he was walking somewhere, and today at the booth, she was a total bitch to him…out of her way to be rude…

He had worked there the first few years they were open, and was good friends with the owner.

I said whats her problem??

Well, we agreed some people just have deep issues with themselves…

I was walking around all day, with a big fat smile on my face, and apparently that made her very mad.

Later that night…I enter the bar. My friend was a good friend with the owner…he says that the owner hates me, and asked if I knew that…

I was confused as to why…and that I never go there etc…He says yeah that’s’ why he hates you…. I told him to bring me to him.

He introduces me like this…Hey Chris-look its Ashley Cox…. I told her you hated her.

We hashed it out…. he gave me a couple drinks and apologized. It was only cause he wanted me to play there-I never did-I was kind of exclusive with Mezzanottes at the time.

So I have a little buzz…I walk into the room to watch my friend’s band…and guess who is there in the audience to greet me with a nasty look?

Miss thing from the Veg Fest earlier that works at Alto Cinco!

I’m dancing around having the greatest time ever, and next thing you know-I see her go OUT way OUT of her way take two steps to elbow me. I was like “what the fuck are you doing?” WHO ARE YOU! I say to her.

The music-it’s real loud, and real bad, but on purpose so it was good really.

I was bouncing and having fun-the beats rocked, the guitars ripped, the sounds made me move like crazy!

She flips me off-and heads to the front row. I followed her I wasn’t done.

I wanted to know why in the hell she elbowed me. Why she didn’t like me. Why she didn’t like my boyfriend. Why she didn’t like herself.
I was throwing my arms in the air at her.

It was then that it was suggested that I go talk to her friend Lincoln. He told me the deal-

Look-she’s my friend and I would tell you more-but just know-she is going through a lot,
I said fine. I will leave it alone.

I was at the bar about a ½ hour later telling my friend that I wanted to go soon.

Next thing you know I see her coming at me pretty fast, but with a funny look, not a dirty look, and from behind me, grabs me by the back of my head/hair. It was in a bun. Pretty easy to grab I think. She continues to spout weird shit like- WHY WHY and I’m screaming at the top of my lungs it hurt so badly.

Before 2 seconds passed though-at least 4 dudes were in between the both of us.

I couldn’t move. She had my hair, and 4 big dudes were holding her so she couldn’t yank on my head any more….

But the weight of all of them and her pulled at my hair, and scalp. Funny too because the person who started the riff between me and the owner of the restaurant…The one who at one time had my heart and hurt me, was the one saving my head from being pulled to the ground….

I managed to swing my arms around, and grab her glasses and smash them on the ground.

My head hurt for days. Felt like a big black and blue mark.

It gets worse.

I get kicked out. Cops are outside waiting. She leaves through the back entrance.

He boyfriend, and a couple of other people in the band tell the cops that I started with her.

Cop tells me to get lost basically.

I’m freaking out, and while being driven home by my Designated driver-I call the police, and say that I want to make a report even though the cop suggested that I don’t’ do that.

The first cop shows up at my house – to “take a report”, but instead asks me what my problem is. I explain that I wanted to know why this stranger attacked me in this bar.

That I go out a lot and perform, I don’t want any trouble. She has given me dirty looks in the past. She has a vendetta against me and I wanted to know why.

He calls her; she gets on the phone, and says that she is sorry.
She said I bumped into her when I was dancing…

Whatever.

I didn’t accept it.

Come to find out-I ask around a lot-

She spit on her boyfriend’s brother. The parents hate her. Everyone at the job hates her.

I left it at that. That is my revenge. Leaving her alone in her hell she has created for herself.

I was satisfied with that alone. Revenge was not an option. Although I was offered to take my friend up on his “hit” suggestion.

He said he had very old old eggs in his fridge that he has saved for such an occasion.

I would never do that.

The thought of it did make me smile though.

Did I say she ended up with a black eye?

She did.