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...
You should have seen how much FUCKING BLOOD there was. He hit me, I kicked his knee in, stood up (I was laying down with my head on my hand propped up and fiddlin with my phone so I was totally blindsided...punk) and then once I realized that everything was already over due to so many people being there and getting involved, I noticed it felt like I was in the shower. I felt my head, looked at the blood, decided to lay back down. The girl I was dating (we just ended it after almost a year-long, painful, complex, and brutal story, that one) was screaming at someone and all I could say was "Sarah! Could you get me a towel?!?".
Awww...shucks...Man, I missed D_T's stories of meth-fueled violence and stupidity. The Midwest must be an interesting place. Glad to see you're alive and whatnot.
zabu of nΩd;10031898 said:I can't tell how far it penetrated. did it chip your skull or some shit?