Leaving My Apartment Has Become Dangerous
To the guy who pushed me down and gave me a nice gash on my forehead at Mutiny Saturday night:
I probably deserved it. However, you’re lucky you left immediately after slamming me into the ground, and you’re very lucky I don’t remember what you look like.
To Ed, the owner of Mutiny:
Sorry for turning your bar into a hockey game. Thanks for not kicking me out. I hope this doesn’t make you reconsider the show I’m putting together at your place on September 23, featuring M.O.T.O., the Manhandlers, and a new band called the Pumps. I promise I’ll behave from now on.
Like how I worked that plug in?
Until then, I think I’m going to stay indoors for a while, and pad all the corners with pillows.
OK, I’ll take the bait: why, pray tell, were you starting bar fights at Mutiny? I think the name of the bar is simply the name of the bar- not necessarily a suggestion for patron behavior.
haven’t you heard? apparently it’s been my new thing. however, since this is the third weekend in a row that’s resulted in physical disfigurement for yours truly, i’ve decided this new lifestyle ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.
You should have come to see me DJ. There were no fights there. Also, Tom, for your sake…stop getting into fight! I told you no more going out without adult supervision!
“To alcohol: the cause of, and solution to, all of life’s problems.”
Homer J. Simpson
tankboy, didn’t you know? saturday’s alright for fighting.
Ha! Nice job on the plug, Tom. Sorry you got slammed like that at the end of the night, that sucked. It was quite an evening and I have a fairly spectacular bruise myself to remember it by.