beaten & broken (1 Viewer)

6a.m. Outside the riverboat casino in Glasgow I was punched in the face by some drunk maniac. I too was drunk but in good spirit until then. I was with one friend who chose to ignore me as I bled out on the street. He told me to fuck off and leave. He told me this because there was another small group of guys hanging around that he knew and they might want to beat me as well. (I didn' know this yet).

So, I was left on my own, bleeding out of my left eye, holding some tissues to my face, let out a little queer tear now and then. I walked to the bus stop - waited on the bus - smoked a snout - then the bus turned up. I sat on the bus dumb struck and shocked.

I got off the bus and walked to my mates flat. I awoke him with the news and the blood. I got on his phone and called up the mate who had abandoned me. I was still drunk and furious. I said: I'm coming to kill you. He didn't live far from where I was so I just ran around to his flat pushed the door in ran up the steps ran into his flat and started pushing and shoving him shouting:

WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME!
WHY DID YOU JUST FUCKING LEAVE ME!
LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT MY EYE!
WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME!

I pushed him and slammed his table about the place and punched him on the arms and chest. He got hold of a glass bottle of Irn Bur and brought it down upon my head 1...2...3....4...SMASH...it shattered over my skull...the blood poured...we both froze...I grabbed my head, the crimson poured down the side of my head and onto my clothes.

FUCK! YOU'VE CRACKED MY HEAD OPEN! I said. shocked.

GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE! he shouted.
GET OUT OF HERE!

I left and kicked his own as he slammed it.
I went to he nearest shop and they called me an ambulance.
They took me to hospital and stitched me up. Asked me if I wanted anyone called. I said no. I signed myself out. I got a taxi home and slept all day. The pain remians. The eye bulges...

all for being a big sincere fagget!

where is the world falling too I wonder!
Well, I'm not moving anywhere...
I'm changing my ways...and I'll beat the fools
with the sharp blade of my mind
and the fist of my passion!
and the blood of my Art!

;)
 
"An Aye for an Aye"

Geezus, Olaf.

Glad that you got it down on the page.
You've got something to stoke your
literary fire.

Geezus
Olaf.
 
Yeah, I agree, glad you got it down. IT's good for me sitting here in my own little suburban reality to know about an hour in your life, makes me wonder about lots of things, my own life, it's safety, it's passivity.
A wondrous boy I'll never meet riding the night bus,your kindof fucking beautiful with your bloody eye and your rage, and your shock most of all.
Fuck, I'm feeling 'tender'.
 
hey Olaf. Gotta choose better friends huh? Anyway u seem like a cool and gifted guy. Come to Copenhagen someday and we'll show u a good time.
cheers
 
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The same thing happened to me in Japan the bozuzoku beat the shit out of me, don't know why all I did was get drunk and steal a bike, and it was snowing as well which made it hard to ride the tubeless piece of shit back to my cubbyhole
 
you deserved to get the shit beat out of you if you stole a bike.

sorry to be a dick about it, but i have no patience for bike thieves, especially ones who think there's nothing particularly wrong with stealing bikes. i'm pretty sure that they guy you robbed lived around 25 miles away from where his bike was, and he ended up having to walk home in the snow, which gave him frostbite so bad that his feet had to be amputated, and now he rolls around in a wheelchair, wondering what kind of person just takes a bike just because it's there. go up to the broken, bitter man, and defend yourself:

"all i did was steal a bike!"
 
Well I was drunk, and the bike had been abandoned, unlocked and lying there for quite some time. I took it back the next day, there was no sign of the 6 guys who hooked into me and also no sign of my friend who ran away. I felt regret.
 
I have heard that in Japan the lost and found departments are over flowing with lost items. That is mostly because they, as a society, do not steal. They will as a society kick your ass for taking that which is not yours. The guy probably didn't lock it because he didn't expect a barbarian to stop by.
 
That is mostly because they, as a society, do not steal. They will as a society kick your ass for taking that which is not yours.

I'm always uncomfartable with generalisations good or bad-next thing you know Canadians will be fit into the "a bunch of idiots who watch hockey and drink beer all day while the rest of the world steals our resources catagory."
 
... Canadians will be fit into the "a bunch of idiots who watch hockey and drink beer all day while the rest of the world steals our resources catagory."

oh, dammit!
for me, you've always been 'the land where the coolest Bach-Interpreter came from category'.
;-))

(ah, No i'm not talking about Avril Lavigne :))
 
[That is mostly because they, as a society, do not steal. They will as a society kick your ass for taking that which is not yours.

I'm always uncomfartable with generalisations good or bad-next thing you know Canadians will be fit into the "a bunch of idiots who watch hockey and drink beer all day while the rest of the world steals our resources catagory."

I lived in Japan and I spent some time in Canada. Yes generalizations are not always right. The Canadians I know now, at work, are mostly sober and very pleasant and I don't think they'd steal my bike. eh.
They are sharp and shrewd when it comes to business. No one is going to steal anything from them, except maybe the U.S. government. ;)
God bless Canada oh yes and Bukowski bless Canada.

Now I shall be beaten.
 
oh, dammit!
for me, you've always been 'the land where the coolest Bach-Interpreter came from category'.
;-))

(ah, No i'm not talking about Avril Lavigne :-))

hah! Glenn Gould.
my favourite Canadian eccentric. hated performing live, because the sound was always "imperfect," but you can plainly hear his grunting or singing along or both on his recordings.
brilliant guy, beautiful player. have quite a few of his recordings.
 
Randy Bachman then?
bp

close. it was Michael Saddler of course!
*big grin*

hah! Glenn Gould ...

have you seen the movie '32 short films about Glenn Gould'?
Go DO!
fine experience.

i do NOT trust him on ANY of his Mozart- or Beethoven-interpretations, (as far as i know them), but he definitely is THE guy to play Bach!
(have 3 different versions of his 'Goldberg-Variations' - ALL of them are immortal!)
 
roni, 32 short films is excellent.
I only have 2 of his G-V recordings. the 1955, and the 1981.
his French Suites are brilliant also.
 
I only have 2 of his G-V recordings. the 1955, and the 1981.

indeed, these are the Only Studio-recordings.

i also have a live one from Salzburg (Austria), dated 8-25-59.
could mp3 this by request.

but what i admire the MOST, is his interpretation of 'The art of the fugue - contrapunctus XIV (unfinished)' - this one, put to repeat, while taking a hot bath, is soooo great! try it!
 
Excellent. Although drinking in hot tubs is dangerous anyway. Your wife may have saved your life, now you owe her even more. Just like at my house.

Where would we be without our little angels?
 
well. I never thought of it that way.
I'll let her cash in the empties so she kin git hurself sumthin' purdy.
if she sees the above sentence, she will punch me. hard.
probably in the throat.
 
...gotta brush up on my bathroom etiquette...;)

nice one.

i'm glad to say, i never had a wife and only once lived with a woman (for the ugliest 3 years of my life) and will never do so again.

never ever again will anybody come into the bathroom or any room i'm in, where I pay the rent, screaming at me about my lifestyle. never again will i have someone, sharing the same place to live, looking at me or acting towards me for days, like i was a serial killer, just because i have a little dirt lying around.



but then - i never had empty beer-bottles swimming in my bathtub.

i prefer a Tall glass, filled with icecubes, then the empty spaces filled with Vodka - drink it slowly, while taking your hot bath. so that at the moment, the last icecube melts, your glass is finished. if you then stand up - do it carefully! because, lying in the hot water, drinking, you don't realize,how much got into your blood system - you just don't feel it, until you get up. and what a feeling then!
 
nice one.

i'm glad to say, i never had a wife and only once lived with a woman (for the ugliest 3 years of my life) and will never do so again.


you just don't feel it, until you get up. and what a feeling then!

These two lines fit this thread title beaten & broken ;)
 
i'm glad to say, i never had a wife and only once lived with a woman (for the ugliest 3 years of my life) and will never do so again.

As they say: Life's a bitch, so there's no reason to marry one! :D
 
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roni, speaking of Glenn Gould, there some archived Gould radio broadcasts here from 1965. I don't know if you've heard them.
 

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