so i spent saturday night in the emergency room.
my cousin, an amateur skateboarder (he's been skating 9 years, and he's damn good for someone without sponsors) was getting a ride home from work when a car cut the car he was in off in traffic. naturally, the driver's first instinct was to hit and hold the horn.
it was definetly the wrong thing to do.
all it did was piss the driver off completely... the guy cuts them off, and then gets pissed 'cause they honk at him? isn't that a fairly reasonable response for cutting someone off? the driver of the brand new 2003 dodge ram truck with custom wheels, the vehicle that cut them off, gets out of his car and tries to attack the driver of the car my cousin was riding in. he locks the door so that the madman cannot gain access. the guy then goes to the other side of the vehicle and starts punching my cousin through the window of the passenger side door, yelling at him to c'mon out the car and get his ass kicked... meanwhile, traffic is swerving all around them, as they are in an intersection.
since my cousin was riding in an older vehicle, wouldn't you know it? his door doesn't lock... now, with the door half open and my cousin on his way out of the car to deal with the madman, the madman's cohort hits my cousin in the head from behind with a wooden baseball bat... blood promptly flows everywhere as the villains get away. this all happened on chandler blvd. next to the 101, across the street from the in & out burger.
he didn't get knocked out, or even knocked down, but he did lose a bit of blood. they crazy glued his head back together (after 4 hours in the emergency room) and we were on our way.
buncha fuckin' savages in this town.
while i was in the waiting room, 2 different charles bronson movies were playing on the 2 different TV sets, Death Wish and Kinjite. Oddly enough, Death Wish has a hospital waiting room scene that happened to be on when i sat down... i almost thought it was closed circuit television until i saw chuck's badass grimace looking back at me.
I was at the hospital so long that I found a hidden copy of Breakfast of Champions and read the whole damn thing.
my cousin, an amateur skateboarder (he's been skating 9 years, and he's damn good for someone without sponsors) was getting a ride home from work when a car cut the car he was in off in traffic. naturally, the driver's first instinct was to hit and hold the horn.
it was definetly the wrong thing to do.
all it did was piss the driver off completely... the guy cuts them off, and then gets pissed 'cause they honk at him? isn't that a fairly reasonable response for cutting someone off? the driver of the brand new 2003 dodge ram truck with custom wheels, the vehicle that cut them off, gets out of his car and tries to attack the driver of the car my cousin was riding in. he locks the door so that the madman cannot gain access. the guy then goes to the other side of the vehicle and starts punching my cousin through the window of the passenger side door, yelling at him to c'mon out the car and get his ass kicked... meanwhile, traffic is swerving all around them, as they are in an intersection.
since my cousin was riding in an older vehicle, wouldn't you know it? his door doesn't lock... now, with the door half open and my cousin on his way out of the car to deal with the madman, the madman's cohort hits my cousin in the head from behind with a wooden baseball bat... blood promptly flows everywhere as the villains get away. this all happened on chandler blvd. next to the 101, across the street from the in & out burger.
he didn't get knocked out, or even knocked down, but he did lose a bit of blood. they crazy glued his head back together (after 4 hours in the emergency room) and we were on our way.
buncha fuckin' savages in this town.
while i was in the waiting room, 2 different charles bronson movies were playing on the 2 different TV sets, Death Wish and Kinjite. Oddly enough, Death Wish has a hospital waiting room scene that happened to be on when i sat down... i almost thought it was closed circuit television until i saw chuck's badass grimace looking back at me.
I was at the hospital so long that I found a hidden copy of Breakfast of Champions and read the whole damn thing.
consuela:
fuck! it's sad to say and even sadder to believe, but the people out here really are like that--especially those lame ass 'tards riding around in monstrous vehicles because they have no security in their masculinity. how horrible that they have to go as far as beating someone up just to feel "like a man". fucking phoenicians and their huge cars. i fear them all.
consuela:
btw--breakfast of champions was way funny. no?