Post by A2J on Dec 12, 2008 17:21:03 GMT -5
The hospital. I got stabbed three times. Street cred +10.
So I live in a fairly shady area of downtown Toronto now. I was coming back from the bar, completely shitfaced, making the 3 minute walk from the subway to my apartment building. Two crackhead looking guys approached me and asked for cigarettes, so I told them I don't smoke. As I'm moving past them, the one on my left grabs my jacket and shoves me clumsily towards a telephone pole. The one on my right grabs my jacket around the scruff and yells at me to give him my wallet and phone.
The next part of the story deserves some explanation. I was drunk as hell, but I was pretty sure these guys were on crack, and they didn't look very intimidating. I was all of 2 blocks from my building, which has two security guards and is well lit. And I didn't spend a ton of cash at the bar, so I had my $150 phone and about $100 in cash on me. So I took a swing at the guy.
Logical.
I caught him square in the temple. He went down. I moved towards my building trying to shove his buddy who was blocking my path as I went. I didn't even see the knife. I just felt something suck all the wind out of my body. And then again. And then again. This time I went down. The rest, obviously, is a blur to me.
I woke up about 14 hours later in a hospital bed. I was heavily medicated. He only got me with one good one, the first one, right in the side of my ribcage. One hit kinda deep in the shoulder, the last just grazed my stomach. For a few days I was on serious painkillers and I don't remember a ton.
The only saving grace of the story is what my roommate told me a few days after I got back. Apparently him and some of my friends visited me while I was still a little loopy, but when I came to I talked some nonsense to them for like 5 minutes. He tells me the exchange basically went like this: "How you doing man?" "Dude ... I need a fucking joint."
Oh, and my internet has been down for a while too.
So, what's been going on here?
So I live in a fairly shady area of downtown Toronto now. I was coming back from the bar, completely shitfaced, making the 3 minute walk from the subway to my apartment building. Two crackhead looking guys approached me and asked for cigarettes, so I told them I don't smoke. As I'm moving past them, the one on my left grabs my jacket and shoves me clumsily towards a telephone pole. The one on my right grabs my jacket around the scruff and yells at me to give him my wallet and phone.
The next part of the story deserves some explanation. I was drunk as hell, but I was pretty sure these guys were on crack, and they didn't look very intimidating. I was all of 2 blocks from my building, which has two security guards and is well lit. And I didn't spend a ton of cash at the bar, so I had my $150 phone and about $100 in cash on me. So I took a swing at the guy.
Logical.
I caught him square in the temple. He went down. I moved towards my building trying to shove his buddy who was blocking my path as I went. I didn't even see the knife. I just felt something suck all the wind out of my body. And then again. And then again. This time I went down. The rest, obviously, is a blur to me.
I woke up about 14 hours later in a hospital bed. I was heavily medicated. He only got me with one good one, the first one, right in the side of my ribcage. One hit kinda deep in the shoulder, the last just grazed my stomach. For a few days I was on serious painkillers and I don't remember a ton.
The only saving grace of the story is what my roommate told me a few days after I got back. Apparently him and some of my friends visited me while I was still a little loopy, but when I came to I talked some nonsense to them for like 5 minutes. He tells me the exchange basically went like this: "How you doing man?" "Dude ... I need a fucking joint."
Oh, and my internet has been down for a while too.
So, what's been going on here?
I want my AGM to just be safe and healthy 
