Friday, March 1st 2002 8:15PM It was another friday night at amandas house.
A bunch of people were over, and we were all set to party the night away.
A guy I know from awhile ago, alex was there. Now alex and I have a past of sorts, he's friends with some people I used to
live with. People I called friends, who basically used me until I had nothing more to offer, then started vile rumors about
me, and essentially kicked me out on a moments notice. Now alex had a part in the rumors. Rumors that, to this day, dog me
and have given me a bad name throughout the city.

So anyways, I have held a grudge for the past year or so over this, and now tonight I was in a bad mood as it was, so I went
upstairs and confronted him.
I, being the illtempered person I can be, I lost my cool and went to hit what I thought was the counter, with the palm of my
hand. Instead, a suicidal wine glass got in the way, and my hand smashed it into several pieces, in the process slicing my
hand pretty good.
After some bleeding and whining, amandas cousin took amanda, pam and I to the hospital where
they made it better. 6 stitches, and some future nasty scars later, my wackin hand is no worse off, and I've learned a
valuable lesson. Never trust a wine glass.

Scroll down to see pictures of my hand, complete with the jazzy new stitches.
WARNING!!! These pictures are kinda graphic, and VERY Icky, so be forewarned.





Really long Blank space to give you time to consider this.





Last chance to chicken out!





Don't say I Didnt warn you.