Okay, what a truly shitty day. Felt like crap all day, got home and ran out of smokes, didn't feel much like writing any music. Just all around crappy. I decided I'd do one thing that would make me hapy, and go get some smokes. Logical, right? I thought so. Apparently the fates weren't down with that, because on my way back through the desert between my house and the store (I walked there, its not too far) These two guys start hassling me, telling me that it wasn't my lucky day. Cocks, they didn't know the half of it. I told them it was a long day, and I just wanted to go home and have a beer, and halfway through my sentence: POW! Right in the fucking nose. They both took a couple of hits on me, while I pulled out my Butterfly. One of the dudes backed up just in time to see his buddy get stabbed. He had that deer in the headlights look, and didn't know what to do. I spat on his friend, blood and all, and got to my feet just as he grabbed his little wounded friend and took off. Cocksuckers. I came home, called the cops, turned over my knife, told them I'd come down for questioning if they needed it. They told me they'd call if it came to that. I made a comment to them that the two guys were lucky I wasn't carrying my gun today, and I don't think they liked that much. Oh well, teaches me to trust in the human condition. Assholes. When I got Home, I decided to take this, just cause my camera was there, and I was pissed.
you should see them.
P.s. April Fools, TheDarkness was eady for it, Didnt get him.

you should see them.
P.s. April Fools, TheDarkness was eady for it, Didnt get him.
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Well, on the upside, you probably gave better than you took.
[Edited on Apr 01, 2005 9:00AM]