It's funny how a good song will put you in a better mood instantly.
I'm sitting here listening to Bleeding Through's tune "Sister Charlatan" and I am already feeling much better. The weekend was full of tedious, ridiculous work...and damn near put me in the hospital. Death came close many times.
Friday Night/ Saturday Morning - Death Encounter 1
Drunken resident at the YMCA, comes in smiling and stumbling all over the lobby. He falls down, gets up, pants fall down, I damn near throw up catching a glimpse at what this mans considers a penis. He gets up, pulls his pants up and starts cursing at me...calling me a "faggot".
I haven't had to deal with Homophobes in a long time, so I was really surprised at his calling me this. I told him to march his ass upstairs...but instead he pulls out a knife.
If it wasn't for Robert walking in to mop the floor, I think this guy would have gone for me. Short, scruffy, angry drunks with a knife are just dangerous enough to leave the hell alone
Saturday Afternoon - Death Encounter 2
Police evacuate the whole block as a gasline exploded under our building. instead of waiting around, I grab my keys and head to my parents...If my apartment burns up, at least insurance will take care of everything.
Saturday Afternoon - Death Encounter 3
Motorcycle runs me off the road and my tie-rod almost gives out. I sat on the side of road in Mechanicsburg with my heart pounding
Sunday Morning - Death Encounter 4
Guess who's allergic to house paint? This guy! Took some benadryll and went to bed for 16 hours.
Monday Morning - Death Encounter 5
Went to family doctor about the allergic reaction I have to house paint, gives me Amoxicillin, which I am deathly allergic to. Sat at doctors office in a room given a solution to purge the amoxicillin. If that wouldn't work, I would be sent to the hospital by an ambulance escort. Luckily it did work.
Monday Night - Death Encounter 6
Finally get home, in one piece only to slip and fall getting out of the shower and bounce my head off the closet door handle. Knocked out cold for a hour or so, I awoke and saw the door handle and cursed all Hell.
Tuesday is going much better. I have no allergens trying to kill me, YMCA resident was arrested, My oil paints are friendly enough, and now all the doors in my place are closed and hiding their handles from me.
Motherfucker. Luckily I am good sitting here right my blog and eating a sandwich listening to Bleeding Through.
Jebus.
Damnit.
More Bleeding Through.......
Highlights of the Day
Band/Song: The Refused/ New Noise
Article of the Day: 15 Boy in Maryland Invent LIfe Saving Cancer Screening Test
Quote of the Day: "Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop." - H.L. Mencken
And if your old like me, you'll appreciate this.
I'm sitting here listening to Bleeding Through's tune "Sister Charlatan" and I am already feeling much better. The weekend was full of tedious, ridiculous work...and damn near put me in the hospital. Death came close many times.
Friday Night/ Saturday Morning - Death Encounter 1
Drunken resident at the YMCA, comes in smiling and stumbling all over the lobby. He falls down, gets up, pants fall down, I damn near throw up catching a glimpse at what this mans considers a penis. He gets up, pulls his pants up and starts cursing at me...calling me a "faggot".
I haven't had to deal with Homophobes in a long time, so I was really surprised at his calling me this. I told him to march his ass upstairs...but instead he pulls out a knife.
If it wasn't for Robert walking in to mop the floor, I think this guy would have gone for me. Short, scruffy, angry drunks with a knife are just dangerous enough to leave the hell alone
Saturday Afternoon - Death Encounter 2
Police evacuate the whole block as a gasline exploded under our building. instead of waiting around, I grab my keys and head to my parents...If my apartment burns up, at least insurance will take care of everything.
Saturday Afternoon - Death Encounter 3
Motorcycle runs me off the road and my tie-rod almost gives out. I sat on the side of road in Mechanicsburg with my heart pounding
Sunday Morning - Death Encounter 4
Guess who's allergic to house paint? This guy! Took some benadryll and went to bed for 16 hours.
Monday Morning - Death Encounter 5
Went to family doctor about the allergic reaction I have to house paint, gives me Amoxicillin, which I am deathly allergic to. Sat at doctors office in a room given a solution to purge the amoxicillin. If that wouldn't work, I would be sent to the hospital by an ambulance escort. Luckily it did work.
Monday Night - Death Encounter 6
Finally get home, in one piece only to slip and fall getting out of the shower and bounce my head off the closet door handle. Knocked out cold for a hour or so, I awoke and saw the door handle and cursed all Hell.
Tuesday is going much better. I have no allergens trying to kill me, YMCA resident was arrested, My oil paints are friendly enough, and now all the doors in my place are closed and hiding their handles from me.
Motherfucker. Luckily I am good sitting here right my blog and eating a sandwich listening to Bleeding Through.
Jebus.
Damnit.
More Bleeding Through.......
Highlights of the Day
Band/Song: The Refused/ New Noise
Article of the Day: 15 Boy in Maryland Invent LIfe Saving Cancer Screening Test
Quote of the Day: "Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop." - H.L. Mencken
And if your old like me, you'll appreciate this.
dede:
Omg I cant believe you were unconcious for an hour! You must have really hit your head hard. But I think the scariest one is the drunk with the knife. Im glad your ok!
xjackberryx:
Glad to see you survived the weekend.