So I went to the bar last night...
...with my friend Shanin, and Steve the sketchy British expat. We sat down and Shanin decided to go to the Kebab shop a few doors down to get some french fries. While we were waiting for our drinks, a man came up from behind me and approached Steve. "Bon soir, Steve." I looked behind me to discover the man's shirt had been completely drenched in blood. I looked up at his face to see a giant gash carved into left cheek. It looked like he had gotten gouged in the face with a broken bottle or something. He had bled all over our table too! How nonchalantly he had greeted Steve also seemed quite odd. It wasn't like "help me out, I've just been stabbed in the fucking face" was going to be inappropriate. When steve told him that he would drive him to the hospital, the man insisted that he was capable of driving himself back to his house, and he drove off into the night. Shanin came back five minutes after the event transpired to find both Steve and I in a state of extreme shock. She took a picture. Hopefully she will post it soon.