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Akakakakakakakaka!
My Karma came back last night to punch me in the face, literally.
I went with Angie to Rite Aid, she needed beer and I needed soap and some medicine. Everything was cool, was pretty mellow out, no freaks on Congress St. to harass us or anything. We get to the front door of portland hall, I'm carrying our bags because Angie had her purse and her cane and she's holding the door open for me to follow her when this hooded person that had been sitting on the wall comes over. I think he is going to follow us inside because he was so casual. When he gets up close I see he has a ski mask on, ok, so lots of people wear them in cold weather, right? Then he makes eye contact with me and as I'm taking my first step through the door he CLOCKS ME A GOOD ONE! POW! WHAM! SMACK! Insert whatever onomatopoeia you see fit. Angie asks if I'm OK because she heard the smack and I tell her I've just been punched and we get into the lobby. I tell Sam to call the police cuz I just got assaulted and then I go to the bathroom to get papers to stem the flow of blood coming from my cut lips. The assailant had taken off on the east side of Congress.
Ugh.
My lips are ginormous. I look like I have some disease or something. I have a pretty good idea of who did it, but I can't say because it is pure speculation, almost. I made eye contact with the fucker. I filled out the necessary police report and blah blah, went to hospital to see if I need stitches.
My suspicion is that it was my ex-roommate Ryan. I refuse to pay January's rent now and they are quite upset over it. I kept getting voicemails and texts from Rita urging me to do the "right thing" and pay her. I ignored her, naturally. And then this happens.
haha.
what a beautiful start to the new semester.
My Karma came back last night to punch me in the face, literally.
I went with Angie to Rite Aid, she needed beer and I needed soap and some medicine. Everything was cool, was pretty mellow out, no freaks on Congress St. to harass us or anything. We get to the front door of portland hall, I'm carrying our bags because Angie had her purse and her cane and she's holding the door open for me to follow her when this hooded person that had been sitting on the wall comes over. I think he is going to follow us inside because he was so casual. When he gets up close I see he has a ski mask on, ok, so lots of people wear them in cold weather, right? Then he makes eye contact with me and as I'm taking my first step through the door he CLOCKS ME A GOOD ONE! POW! WHAM! SMACK! Insert whatever onomatopoeia you see fit. Angie asks if I'm OK because she heard the smack and I tell her I've just been punched and we get into the lobby. I tell Sam to call the police cuz I just got assaulted and then I go to the bathroom to get papers to stem the flow of blood coming from my cut lips. The assailant had taken off on the east side of Congress.
Ugh.
My lips are ginormous. I look like I have some disease or something. I have a pretty good idea of who did it, but I can't say because it is pure speculation, almost. I made eye contact with the fucker. I filled out the necessary police report and blah blah, went to hospital to see if I need stitches.
My suspicion is that it was my ex-roommate Ryan. I refuse to pay January's rent now and they are quite upset over it. I kept getting voicemails and texts from Rita urging me to do the "right thing" and pay her. I ignored her, naturally. And then this happens.
haha.
what a beautiful start to the new semester.