last night, a crew of us from the hostel went to check out 'ladies' night. going into this, i knew that 'ladies' night really meant 'man's' night, fueled by testosterone and the perpetual fight to procreate. and fight they did. bar fight!! a local mashed another one's head with a beer bottle, and i received the shrapnel. covered in blood, the club cleared out into the street. and upon further review, some bystanders pointed out to me that i was bleeding from the neck and the hand.
another night in the clinic, 2 internal and 4 external stitches later and i'm back on the streets.
i had a small army of friends with me, i'm on the drugs and everything is fine. it's good to be a sailor.
1 comment:
Glad your ok man.
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