I was returning from a friend's wedding party and I was heavily drunk. On the way I bumped into another man who was also very drunk and we got into an argument, during which he began to shout profanities and curses at me. This angered me so much; that I jumped at him, without thinking, with so much rage that it was as if Satan himself possessed me. I do not remember very clearly what happened after that, it was flashes of curses, blows and blood spatter... I couldn't remember what it was that I did that night.