| Ah! My groin! |
[Sep. 18th, 2008|10:31 pm] |
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Did up the Neil Hamburger show with some friends and had a great time. They were serving up some really mean drinks and I was WASTED. At one point I actually walked on stage, asking Neil for an autograph for his country album, of mine. Rather than ejecting me from the club, he just asked me to hold the microphone for him while he was joking. It was fucking rad!
Anyhoo, me and my pal were so wasted that another friend gave us a ride and my car got left downtown. I have very little recollection of this. Once we got dropped off, I adamantly refused in my drunken manner to stay the night and started walking back to my car, which was four miles away. After wandering aimlessly for a while I got hit from behind and the next thing I knew I was down on the ground, getting kicked in the side and punched repeatedly in the face. I just kept laughing at my attackers, which really pissed them off, I think. I was so out of it that I really didn't know what was going on, but at one point I remember one of the two dudes saying, "man just make it easy on yourself" at which point I stopped trying to guard my gear and just let'em take my shit. They got my wallet, which had mylicense, check card and a few other odds and ends. Not much cash, which is good, I suppose. They also got my phone, digital camera, cigs, lighter, gum, keys and worst of all, my Neil Hamburger jewel case with liner notes and a cool poster I snagged from the club.
That sobered my up a little and I wandered back to my buddy's place, but his doorbell didn't work, so I had to crash on his porch, using a phone book for a pillow! Didn't get too much sleep, I think. So yeah, in the morn I got a ride to my 'rents place, where I grabbed all my spare keys, got my car and then did up the bank to cancel my card, hit the DMV to get a new license sent out, AT&T store for a new phone and then I went home for sleeps. After waking up, that's when my cuncussion started sinking in and I could hardly stand, because my equilibrium was shot! SCARY. I had my bro pick me up a new Club for my car, as I don't want the scum who have my keys and address to get that and I now have to find my landlord's number, so I can get new locks installed. My folks brought me some BK and drugs, too, so I got to eat and now I have happy pills.
My ankle hurts, I think I've got some bruised ribs, my jaw is sore, my nose is sprained, I think and I have random cuts and bruises on my face, but it's really not that bad. I've got a hell of a chin on me. I've gotta get back over to Minniapolis to file a police report, but mainly for insurance/banking purposes. I have no info that could lead to any sort of arrest, as I didn't know the neighborhood and I didn't get a good look at my attackers.
It was just a really shitty way to end a good night and now I'm all paranoid and shit. I hope that the chair wedged in my back door holds up, in case I get a visit, tonight. I'm in no way to defend myself right now, but I don't think that cowards that would perpetrate such an attack would be bright enough to figure that they could come here with my keys and get my shit. They may have gotten some free gas and a nice camera out of the deal, but I'm coming up mostly unscathed. Just a senseless and pointless attack, really. |
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