all's i can say (in bravado mode) is...
he won't be playin' guitar for a good while. where do they breed rockin' roll asshole wanna be's anyway, or people so big in stature yet small in heart mind and spirit that others doing the right thing get broken? it is a chapter in my life that i keep trying to set aside in a book on a quiet shelf somewhere. my head hurts, my ear was torn, my eye is swollen shut and i'm being looked upon as in the wrong for defending myself in the only way possible in that moment-the moment when an imbecillic teenage mind driven sledgehammer met my head and face without provocation... the need to cry is overwhelming, but it stings and aches so much.
we'll talk when you get back--if'n ya don't mind, a hug'd be good.