Since people have asked, here it is in its entirety. This is repost-ish.

Getting to O'Briens. Drinking Mickey's wide mouth in Jeff's car. Buying a PBR. Talking to Robin [Defcon 4]. The bassist from Adolf Satan buying me a beer. Matt Zombiedick buying me a PBR. I think I hugged Alana. Then I remember the show being over, Alana asking me to drive her home, Cody Cunt being a wise, wise man and saying that's a bad idea. Walking around Allston looking for my car for like 45 minutes. I felt more or less fine and sober by now... BUT I'd lost my glasses, and it was raining. Which means I was blind as a bat driving.I drove up onto a median strip in Watertown and ran over a Yield sign. I also cracked my windshield with my face. When the cops came there I was dragging the yield sign out from under my car and apparently my entire head, shirt and pants were covered in blood. They drew their guns pretty fucking quick.

I dropped the sign and put my hands up. I told them I lost my glasses and couldn't see a thing. They asked if I was drunk, so I lied and said I had two beers three hours ago. Then I fell down. They said I should probably sit down, and one of them said "Jesus, that's a lot of blood". They asked if I wanted an ambulance and I said "Nah, I'm fine" as blood squirted out of my nose like a super soaker. They towed my car and called a cab to my friend's house. I got into the car and the cabbie threw me some newspapers to wipe all the blood off with, he was shaking with terror. So I said to him "I am like God, and God like me", because I'd hate him to just be a little terrified. Oh, before I left the cops told me I should be arrested and I'm lucky I'm getting off. So I said thanks and shook them female cop's hand with my blood-covered hand. She screamed. It was great.

The next day my good friend Chris Evil drove me home to New Bedford. I guess his fiance's car smells like feces and vomit now and they pretty much despise me now. Sorry about that.

I spent saturday on a bad acid trip in Salem, not sure if I can recount my hellish experiences...

Josh and I are dangerous madmen, steer clear of us at all cost.

Is it just me or am I under the impression that you're always getting hurt one way or another.

That seems to be the case.

The worst part about all of it is that I bought an Autopsy CD from Alex's distro and I now have no clue what happened to it.

if rich lives to the age of 30, i will be convinced he is the one true highlander.

Rich is Immortal.

i get no love in this story at all

whiskey_weed_and_women said:

i heard you helped him out after his adventure, so you deserve some credit in this thread.

helped him out, i got woken up at 4am by a cop on my cell phone. being told your friend either needs to come there or hes going to jail.

i wasnt letting him go to jail but i love how ive turned into "the friend"

rich horror just doesnt love me like he told me he did

I figured it was common knowledge by now. Yes, Sean was the only person I know on this planet that was there to help me out. And I thanked him by pooing on his living room floor.

ahah! so bye bye ratt mowe...
ps: rich, remind me to yell at you when i see you next

You're going to have to get in line. I know, I'm sorry. I'll try harder next time I attempt to take my own life.

:'(

succubus said:



pshhhh....

succubus said:

No, because Sean likes girls.

that sir, is a dirty lie.
he diddles danglers only.

I only know what I read in the funny papers.

bet you cried when kathy got married.

To Irving?

CLASSIC