Heh, weird. You wouldn't believe the stories i have to tell. Meth, heroin, bikers tryin to kill me, more felonies than I shall ever admit to committing, deaths, girlfriends, jail, jail, fights, drinking, two bands, etc...It's been intense. I moved back out to Illinois with family where I am currently about to start working and getting shit straight and get on with life again.
OH OH OH OH! Best part: I got cracked in the back of the head when I wasn't looking and had to get 22 fucking staples. I bled so fucking much. I have a picture of the wound before the staples as well as the scar it left. Rough shit yo. The guy that hit me did it because this other guy told him to. The dude that told him to said it was for owing money but he still owes me like $350...and the dude that hit me ended up holding an old lady hostage and is in jail. It was on the news.
My other buddy had a shoot out with the cops after smashing their cars. Shot himself in the leg and is in jail too.
So many stories...