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[QUOTE="RichHorror:415369"]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. [/QUOTE]
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