Mosh Pit
I am a hardcore Thrash Metal enthusiast. I love Thrash, especially my friend's band. They're really good and get high energy. So I'm the kind of guy that will mosh like a mother-fucker when the mood strikes and the song is right.
Song: War is My Joy.
Location: Webster Theater.
Status: Moshing like a mother fucker.
So yes, I was enjoying myself pushing and hitting and overall enjoying my friend's music. Some guy managed to get me by the arm and throw a hard punch at my face. I started bleeding. Needless to say I got out of the pit as quick as I could. It was crazy in there, and this was my first time actually getting a bloody nose from a punch. It didn't hurt as bad as I thought it would. One of my friends chased me out to check on me.
"You okay?"
"Fuck yeah! Damn, what a rush!"
She just smiled and looked me over. "Blood looks good on you."
I looked at myself. I had blood all over my shirt and hands. I imagine it was also all over my face too. I headed into the bathroom and started cleaning up. At this point I had been bleeding for about a minute and blood kept coming out. More and more. It still didn't hurt though, I had so much adrenaline in my body that pain was a joke. I remember my buddy from another band come in. He nodded at me and I just smiled and washed off. The counter was covered in blood from my nose by this point.
I now realized that something was wrong. That much blood does not come from your nose at once. It wasn't letting up either, just pouring out. It was getting faster too, dripping into my throat and mouth because there was so much. I tried spitting out the bloody mucus, but there was too much. So I swallowed it. I kept swallowing the blood because I couldn't spit it out. I vomited into the trash can. It was all red at this point, and a little brown from the Faygo I had earlier. My Hatchet Man pendant was all bloody and looked a lot more bad ass.
It didn't stop. I was so high on dopimine and adrenaline I couldn't see any problem though. My friends all freaked out, but I assured them of how fine I was. Then I blacked out.
I woke up in the hospital about two days later. I apparently broke some artery in my nose and lost enough blood to be dead. Still doesn't hurt. And it's cold now, too. Really cold.
Credited to Jester of Sorts
Originally uploaded on May 13, 2012
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