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?
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.