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!
;)
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!
;)