Tuesday, August 03, 2004
Worst. Weekend. Ever.
This weekend was a disaster. How much of a disaster still remains to be seen. Hopefully all parties involved will turn out OK without any serious mental, physical, or legal ramifications, but as of right now I don't know how fucked up things are.
I can't share any details but I can give you the big picture. I went to my buddy Joe's house on Saturday afternoon. We were hanging out and drinking beers. Somehow everything went straight to hell. Joe became violent and started making a mess. I became frightened and hid in the bathroom. Thankfully, Joe's brother Wayne was at home and somehow got him to calm down. But Joe managed to hurt himself in the process. His head was bleeding and Wayne called the paramedics. I was, in the mean time, totally incoherent and unable to do much. Certainly I was in no condition to drive myself all the way home. So I had to call a friend to come get me, which was no small favor because it's a long drive.
As of now I still don't know much. Last I heard Joe was still in the hospital on Sunday morning, which scares me a little because twelve hours should be more than enough time for someone to recover from a superficial wound. I suppose I should call today and find out what's going on but I'm more than a little scared to hear the news. I'm at home now but my car, keys and wallet are all still at Joe's house. So now I've got to count on another favor to retrieve them, which is inconvenient but nowhere near the inconvenience Joe and his family may have suffered.
I just hope Joe will be OK and then he'll be right here with a comment about his night in the hospital.
I can't share any details but I can give you the big picture. I went to my buddy Joe's house on Saturday afternoon. We were hanging out and drinking beers. Somehow everything went straight to hell. Joe became violent and started making a mess. I became frightened and hid in the bathroom. Thankfully, Joe's brother Wayne was at home and somehow got him to calm down. But Joe managed to hurt himself in the process. His head was bleeding and Wayne called the paramedics. I was, in the mean time, totally incoherent and unable to do much. Certainly I was in no condition to drive myself all the way home. So I had to call a friend to come get me, which was no small favor because it's a long drive.
As of now I still don't know much. Last I heard Joe was still in the hospital on Sunday morning, which scares me a little because twelve hours should be more than enough time for someone to recover from a superficial wound. I suppose I should call today and find out what's going on but I'm more than a little scared to hear the news. I'm at home now but my car, keys and wallet are all still at Joe's house. So now I've got to count on another favor to retrieve them, which is inconvenient but nowhere near the inconvenience Joe and his family may have suffered.
I just hope Joe will be OK and then he'll be right here with a comment about his night in the hospital.
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Worst Weekend Ever is a very accurate description.
Up front I apologize and feel embarassed about the happenings of that day. Beyond that it was realistically painless to me. I remember many parts but I don't remember any pain. That is until days later when I woke up in the hospital. It takes time to put huge events into context for your overall life and this event is something that has been on my mind every day since.
I'm sorry I scared you Dan, and I hope this doesn't take away from our friendship. I count you as one of my GREATEST friends. I am lucky to know you.
I went back to work today. It was fun, I took the guys out to the Croton Dam and the Pound Ridge Reservation.
I am still a happy person and I love my drum!!!
Joe
コメントがあります？ Type something, please. It's less work for me.Up front I apologize and feel embarassed about the happenings of that day. Beyond that it was realistically painless to me. I remember many parts but I don't remember any pain. That is until days later when I woke up in the hospital. It takes time to put huge events into context for your overall life and this event is something that has been on my mind every day since.
I'm sorry I scared you Dan, and I hope this doesn't take away from our friendship. I count you as one of my GREATEST friends. I am lucky to know you.
I went back to work today. It was fun, I took the guys out to the Croton Dam and the Pound Ridge Reservation.
I am still a happy person and I love my drum!!!
Joe
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