for those who were concerned that i wasn't posting because i was knocking at death's door or, alternately bombed on vicodin all the goddamn time, let me reassure you - i haven't been posting because i don't have internet in my apartment until wednesday and that blow to the head made me dumb enough to continually forget to stop by. heh heh. actually, most of those injury stories (see previous entry) were so awesome that i didn't want to post, injury stories are so badass. it's amazing, the resilience of the human body. most of my wounds are healed, though i have a decent scar on my shoulder and my butt still hurts (more embarrassing than anything, heh heh). sometime i'll get around to posting pics of the actual wounds, they looked kinda gross.
actually, i realized right quick that spending all of your time on vicodin is kind of depressing. i mean, entertaining and all, if all you want to do is lie in bed and watch movies, but trying to pack and move and meet with thesis advisors just doesn't work so well. honestly, i can't really remember a lot of those days, heh heh.
but anyways, back in p-town, classes start tommorrow, and they will probably kick my ass so you may never hear from me again.
but life is going pretty well, other than that.
how is everyone else doing?
actually, i realized right quick that spending all of your time on vicodin is kind of depressing. i mean, entertaining and all, if all you want to do is lie in bed and watch movies, but trying to pack and move and meet with thesis advisors just doesn't work so well. honestly, i can't really remember a lot of those days, heh heh.
but anyways, back in p-town, classes start tommorrow, and they will probably kick my ass so you may never hear from me again.
but life is going pretty well, other than that.
how is everyone else doing?
This happened when I was like 18. I have these friends in this punk band and they used to play at a mexican nightclub every Wednesday. My friend Lisa was the one who booked the shows and worked the door so she would let all the underagers in so we could drink. Anyway, the bartender, Efran, (who just two months ago was arrested with two of his brothers for using their restaurant as a heroin and coke smuggling opperation, but that's beside the point) anyway when you would order a beer from him he would give you a free tequilla popper. So by the end of this one fatefull night I had like twelve beers and god knows how many poppers. I was riding my bike home and must have been fucking around jumping curbs and stupid shit. The next thing I remember is waking up in the street near the sidewalk, the handle bars of my bike were twisted sideways. I slowly stood up and just knew I had rung my bell pretty bad. Turns out I was actually only like two driveways from my house before blacking out. To make a long story short (too late) I basically had a very intiment moment involving my face teeth and mouth slamming quite hard into the unforgiving pavement. I had black scrapes all on my front teeth,it was gnarley.