My brother took my new profile picture, when I was telling him who Mitch Hedberg was and quoting him.
On Sunday, when dropping off these photos to get developed I saw an old man walk into plate glass at Sears -BAM! - and then before you knew it - BAM! - he smacked his head on the floor. I ran up to him, and ironically I was right next to where I get my mop trimmed, so I signaled for my colorist to phone security.
Another guy ran up when I was applying pressure to the back of his head. I felt like he was going to die in my hands. I was applying pressure and cradling the back of his head, and the other guy was putting pressure on his bleeding nose. My colorist had brought out gloves for us, but my hands were already covered in blood, but I knew my hands werent cut.
I had seen an ambulance when I walked into the mall, so the medics weren't too far away. He was dazed, but we had him sitting up when we were applying the pressure. He was eighty eight, and insisted they should put something so people don't walk into the plate glass. The other guy and I looked up, and it was obvious to us there was glass there, but we agreed.
Once the medics took over, I went and rinsed up in a sink at the salon. It was really weird. I was a little worried, but he seemed alright. I didn't panic at all, it just didn't feel real. It makes you wonder what you would do if someone was about to die in your hands. At least it did for me. I checked up on him before I left, and he was coherent and talking to the medics, so I took off, but I will never forget that.
I had a really interesting talk about Australian colleges, Italy, and other things with a girl who just got back from Italy. http://www.studentuniverse.com has discount student flights for anyone interested. She showed me alot of photos she snapped with a disposable camera, and she gave me this one of a street artist of King Tut's coffin standing upright. I'd post it but my scanner is acting up.
I started to write out what went on this weekend, but I won't go into it. We had a fucking blast. Before moseying around ATL, we celebrated my niece's birthday; she is simply the best. I was too drunk by the second bar we went to that I remember only bits & pieces of some girl on my lap, pool, and seeing my brother play some word game at Smith's Olde Bar. Something about Nazi's at Star Bar as well, but sadly I didn't get to use my blade in a big ass knife fight. I'm kidding, of course.
Now I'm back to these fucked up ass weekends of Mon, Tues, Wednesday.
If you read my previous entry, you'd realize how much I absolutely hate that.
My nephew!
The true Mexicans hanging out. My bro's and I are chicanos. They just recently ran for the border, haha.
Looking rough, mmm Guinness.
What's that wet spot on Amy's pink jacket??? What the...
She was wasted by this point. She had chugged with my dad at my nieces party, so who knows.
I've got a few more artistic ones on another roll, but that's it for now.
On Sunday, when dropping off these photos to get developed I saw an old man walk into plate glass at Sears -BAM! - and then before you knew it - BAM! - he smacked his head on the floor. I ran up to him, and ironically I was right next to where I get my mop trimmed, so I signaled for my colorist to phone security.
Another guy ran up when I was applying pressure to the back of his head. I felt like he was going to die in my hands. I was applying pressure and cradling the back of his head, and the other guy was putting pressure on his bleeding nose. My colorist had brought out gloves for us, but my hands were already covered in blood, but I knew my hands werent cut.
I had seen an ambulance when I walked into the mall, so the medics weren't too far away. He was dazed, but we had him sitting up when we were applying the pressure. He was eighty eight, and insisted they should put something so people don't walk into the plate glass. The other guy and I looked up, and it was obvious to us there was glass there, but we agreed.
Once the medics took over, I went and rinsed up in a sink at the salon. It was really weird. I was a little worried, but he seemed alright. I didn't panic at all, it just didn't feel real. It makes you wonder what you would do if someone was about to die in your hands. At least it did for me. I checked up on him before I left, and he was coherent and talking to the medics, so I took off, but I will never forget that.
I had a really interesting talk about Australian colleges, Italy, and other things with a girl who just got back from Italy. http://www.studentuniverse.com has discount student flights for anyone interested. She showed me alot of photos she snapped with a disposable camera, and she gave me this one of a street artist of King Tut's coffin standing upright. I'd post it but my scanner is acting up.
I started to write out what went on this weekend, but I won't go into it. We had a fucking blast. Before moseying around ATL, we celebrated my niece's birthday; she is simply the best. I was too drunk by the second bar we went to that I remember only bits & pieces of some girl on my lap, pool, and seeing my brother play some word game at Smith's Olde Bar. Something about Nazi's at Star Bar as well, but sadly I didn't get to use my blade in a big ass knife fight. I'm kidding, of course.
Now I'm back to these fucked up ass weekends of Mon, Tues, Wednesday.
If you read my previous entry, you'd realize how much I absolutely hate that.
My nephew!
The true Mexicans hanging out. My bro's and I are chicanos. They just recently ran for the border, haha.
Looking rough, mmm Guinness.
What's that wet spot on Amy's pink jacket??? What the...
She was wasted by this point. She had chugged with my dad at my nieces party, so who knows.
I've got a few more artistic ones on another roll, but that's it for now.
i also have tried to revive a friend that commited suicide. that sucks. there is nothing more selfish than commiting suicide.
does your nephew make you want to have kids?
i would have freaked out at al the blood from that guy
its awesome that you helped him out