Screech! Crash! Bang!
I drink a whole lot, I mean I know I drink way too much most of the time and I'll wake up the next day with a blinding headache hazed eyes and my liver weeping. I didn't think I would wake up the next day with some some bad ass bruising, a sprained ankle and pretty much just feeling like I'd been hit with a car.
Let us give you a summary of the events.
2:10 AM or there abouts - I've been contacted by a few friends who seem to get up when it gets dark and drink till the sun comes up before they crawl back in to their holes and repeat the cycle. They want me to come out to meet them at this club, it's on the other fucking side of town (Alright, town is wrong, this is a city of 14 million people, it's pretty fucking far.)
2:25 - I manage to hitch a ride by flashing some wom-- I get a taxi, I head to the club.
3:15 - I get there, I'm already feeling a bit tired, fuck that, I get a drink and find the friendlies.
(At this point I must point out that most of these clubs are open pretty much 24/7 and always have some amount of people in them.)
3:15 - 4:45 is spent drinking and shooting the shit, we just made asses of ourselves. Some of the more memorable things:
- I at one point when a German couple walked by jumped up on my seat, did the Hitler salute and went, "Sieg heil!" Germans glared at me, rest of my party burst in to gales of laughter. I'm the fucking king. Get me another drink, wench.
- Wench gets me a drink, idiot friend tries to grope her, manager gets called to the place. Manager is a giant of a Chinese man, I explain my friend has a disorder where sometimes he doesn't even notice the things he does, he believes me and tells me to keep friend under wraps. I'm still the fucking king.
- Sam decides he needs to dance, Sam must be fucking drunk. I'm no longer the king.
- I get a big ol' glass from the bar, I walk from table to table at the sidelines and ask if I can pour the dredges of peoples cocktails in to my glass.
- I fill the glass half way up by the time I get back to our table. A slight chant has begun. I must down the demon seed. I chug it back in one go. My insides have just been attacked by some liquid of hell, but I'm the king again.
- One of the King's friends somehow mistakes this for a concert and says he wants to crowd surf, I point out that there aren't enough people around. He doesn't believe me. He lands flat on his face. I laugh my ass off.
- The king thinks that this place is too active for the mellow hours of the wee morning.
4:50 - We head out of the club to the street, one friend has a car and the rest of us have to take a taxi.
Somehow, at this point as we are heading towards a corner a friend manages to shove me towards the street when he stumbles over something. This results in me going off the side walk and pretty much doing a walking spin and ending up on the middle of the street.
Now I'm not quite sure of what happened, but apparently I was just about to start cursing out my friend when out of nowhere, this guy blasts through the corner, (it's a curved one where you're pretty blind the whole time you go through it) According to the friendlies I whipped around to face the car and then turned my right side towards it as the fucking thing hit me. Now I don't know how fast it was going, but it was going fast enough for me to break the windshield (it didn't shatter, windshields don't usually shatter). Pretty much I hit the windshield and the car hard started to break already and the tail of it fishtailed to the... left, yeah had to be the left because I landed on the right side. Anyway, I rolled along the windshield and off of it, clipped the mirror with my leg so hard it ended up hanging off the car and then landed by the side of it.
So, now I have bruises on my right shin from where the bumper hit, bruise on my right shoulder where I hit the windshield, another nice being bruise where I clipped the mirror, then I sprained my ankle on the fall and during some part of all this I managed to skin the palms of my hands pretty well.
I got hit by a fucking car and the car came off looking worse than me.
The bumper got dented pretty bad, the hood has an imprint of my body on it, the windshield got busted and the side view mirror got clipped to shit.
I've got some big ol' painful bruises, a lack of skin on some places that were exposed and a sprained ankle.
I'm the fucking king.
The rest of the mornings events are a blur, I got taken to a hospital by the guy who hit me, they kept me there for about five hours, prodding me all around and then giving me a fist full of painkillers and telling me to get some rest. Apparently I was just 'very lucky' and according to the doctor guy who did speak English, the thing that probably stopped me from getting even more badly beat was the leather jacket. So yeah. Sucks ass.
So, last night I got hit by a car, what did you do?
Also, since you mofos never listen to me, go listen to this: http://www.kingsofwar.net/jfk/Funkalicious.mp3 It's fucking awesome, this guy, called JFK, has a band apparently... and they made that, and I know the guy. So go listen to it. It's awesome. Go! NOW! Di di mau!
That's all, and yes I am online now when I should be resting, since this is the most comfortable thing to be on (Nice reclining office chair, big n' all,) and yes I have slept, I slept at the hospital. I can't sleep now, because I'm used to sleeping on my back and that just hurts like hell now.
I got hit with a fucking Nissan though. A Nissan! The shame.
Let us give you a summary of the events.
2:10 AM or there abouts - I've been contacted by a few friends who seem to get up when it gets dark and drink till the sun comes up before they crawl back in to their holes and repeat the cycle. They want me to come out to meet them at this club, it's on the other fucking side of town (Alright, town is wrong, this is a city of 14 million people, it's pretty fucking far.)
2:25 - I manage to hitch a ride by flashing some wom-- I get a taxi, I head to the club.
3:15 - I get there, I'm already feeling a bit tired, fuck that, I get a drink and find the friendlies.
(At this point I must point out that most of these clubs are open pretty much 24/7 and always have some amount of people in them.)
3:15 - 4:45 is spent drinking and shooting the shit, we just made asses of ourselves. Some of the more memorable things:
- I at one point when a German couple walked by jumped up on my seat, did the Hitler salute and went, "Sieg heil!" Germans glared at me, rest of my party burst in to gales of laughter. I'm the fucking king. Get me another drink, wench.
- Wench gets me a drink, idiot friend tries to grope her, manager gets called to the place. Manager is a giant of a Chinese man, I explain my friend has a disorder where sometimes he doesn't even notice the things he does, he believes me and tells me to keep friend under wraps. I'm still the fucking king.
- Sam decides he needs to dance, Sam must be fucking drunk. I'm no longer the king.
- I get a big ol' glass from the bar, I walk from table to table at the sidelines and ask if I can pour the dredges of peoples cocktails in to my glass.
- I fill the glass half way up by the time I get back to our table. A slight chant has begun. I must down the demon seed. I chug it back in one go. My insides have just been attacked by some liquid of hell, but I'm the king again.
- One of the King's friends somehow mistakes this for a concert and says he wants to crowd surf, I point out that there aren't enough people around. He doesn't believe me. He lands flat on his face. I laugh my ass off.
- The king thinks that this place is too active for the mellow hours of the wee morning.
4:50 - We head out of the club to the street, one friend has a car and the rest of us have to take a taxi.
Somehow, at this point as we are heading towards a corner a friend manages to shove me towards the street when he stumbles over something. This results in me going off the side walk and pretty much doing a walking spin and ending up on the middle of the street.
Now I'm not quite sure of what happened, but apparently I was just about to start cursing out my friend when out of nowhere, this guy blasts through the corner, (it's a curved one where you're pretty blind the whole time you go through it) According to the friendlies I whipped around to face the car and then turned my right side towards it as the fucking thing hit me. Now I don't know how fast it was going, but it was going fast enough for me to break the windshield (it didn't shatter, windshields don't usually shatter). Pretty much I hit the windshield and the car hard started to break already and the tail of it fishtailed to the... left, yeah had to be the left because I landed on the right side. Anyway, I rolled along the windshield and off of it, clipped the mirror with my leg so hard it ended up hanging off the car and then landed by the side of it.
So, now I have bruises on my right shin from where the bumper hit, bruise on my right shoulder where I hit the windshield, another nice being bruise where I clipped the mirror, then I sprained my ankle on the fall and during some part of all this I managed to skin the palms of my hands pretty well.
I got hit by a fucking car and the car came off looking worse than me.
The bumper got dented pretty bad, the hood has an imprint of my body on it, the windshield got busted and the side view mirror got clipped to shit.
I've got some big ol' painful bruises, a lack of skin on some places that were exposed and a sprained ankle.
I'm the fucking king.
The rest of the mornings events are a blur, I got taken to a hospital by the guy who hit me, they kept me there for about five hours, prodding me all around and then giving me a fist full of painkillers and telling me to get some rest. Apparently I was just 'very lucky' and according to the doctor guy who did speak English, the thing that probably stopped me from getting even more badly beat was the leather jacket. So yeah. Sucks ass.
So, last night I got hit by a car, what did you do?
Also, since you mofos never listen to me, go listen to this: http://www.kingsofwar.net/jfk/Funkalicious.mp3 It's fucking awesome, this guy, called JFK, has a band apparently... and they made that, and I know the guy. So go listen to it. It's awesome. Go! NOW! Di di mau!
That's all, and yes I am online now when I should be resting, since this is the most comfortable thing to be on (Nice reclining office chair, big n' all,) and yes I have slept, I slept at the hospital. I can't sleep now, because I'm used to sleeping on my back and that just hurts like hell now.
I got hit with a fucking Nissan though. A Nissan! The shame.