I'm Your Huckleberry
Things just happen to me.
Okay, abnormal things. Really abnormal things.
Last night I agreed to meet Joe in Market Square so that he could pay me back the rest of the money and to get dinner. We had a few drinks at the pub, harassed Davis before he left for Boston, and had an amazingly civil evening.
Had.
As we were leaving the bar he launched into one of his famous "You're such a slut/bitch/whore/Democrat" tirades and I had had enough. I proceeded to run through Market Square, was mugged, and ended up at the Hilton, sitting down and crying against the wall. I had no money, was stuck downtown, had listened for the past hour about what an evil person I was and was freezing. I looked up and a gentleman in a tuxedo was walking over to me to see if I was alright. As he picked me up and took me into the lobby of the Hilton I failed to notice the cameras all around me and Val Kilmer sitting among a group of other people.
I meet Jim Morrison and of course I'm wearing sweatpants and have mascara streaked down my cheeks.
It turns out the guy in the tuxedo was another actor in the film. As he walked outside with me to hail a cab, Joe walked by screaming at me. He pushed me down in the lobby and kicked me until my ribs felt like they were crushed. The actor pulled me away, threw me in the cab, and I watched through tear filled eyes as Joe was dragged off by security.
So cheers to meeting Val Kilmer, jeers to waking up with a wicked hangover and bruises everywhere.
Okay, abnormal things. Really abnormal things.
Last night I agreed to meet Joe in Market Square so that he could pay me back the rest of the money and to get dinner. We had a few drinks at the pub, harassed Davis before he left for Boston, and had an amazingly civil evening.
Had.
As we were leaving the bar he launched into one of his famous "You're such a slut/bitch/whore/Democrat" tirades and I had had enough. I proceeded to run through Market Square, was mugged, and ended up at the Hilton, sitting down and crying against the wall. I had no money, was stuck downtown, had listened for the past hour about what an evil person I was and was freezing. I looked up and a gentleman in a tuxedo was walking over to me to see if I was alright. As he picked me up and took me into the lobby of the Hilton I failed to notice the cameras all around me and Val Kilmer sitting among a group of other people.
I meet Jim Morrison and of course I'm wearing sweatpants and have mascara streaked down my cheeks.
It turns out the guy in the tuxedo was another actor in the film. As he walked outside with me to hail a cab, Joe walked by screaming at me. He pushed me down in the lobby and kicked me until my ribs felt like they were crushed. The actor pulled me away, threw me in the cab, and I watched through tear filled eyes as Joe was dragged off by security.
So cheers to meeting Val Kilmer, jeers to waking up with a wicked hangover and bruises everywhere.