Steve's Hot Wound

This one's dedicated to anyone who's ever wished me bodily harm.

OK so I went to a party at Robot house on Saturday night. Drank a bunch of beer and vodka, smoked some things and fell down the stairs. Here are 2 pics immediately following the action courtesy of my buddy Roach:

This is right after I fell down the stairs. You can see the blood starting to ooze out of my forehead. I think I might be dead in this picture.

Here I am after I got back up and started partying again. As you can see I appearantly wasn't fazed for very long...

After some more drunken partying, I decided to ride my bike home. Crashed my bike once, decided to walk for a little while. Finally got on my bike again, made it a couple more blocks and crashed again HARD. At this point I decided that i would be a good idea to take a nap in a parkinglot in West Philly for a few hours. Woke up at 7:30am to the rising sun, got back on my bike and rode the rest of the way home. When I got there this is what I looked like:

I had no idea i looked so haggard and started giggling as soon as I looked in the mirror. So at that point, around 8:30am, i took those pics and went to bed (whats a concussion mommy?) When I woke up at 4pm, my pillow was drenched in blood and I decided to take a few more pics before cleaning myself up.

All I can say is, that party fucking Ruled!!!!! But now i've got 3 huge scabs on my head, some road rash on my face, and my right shoulder FUCKING HURTS really bad and makes this cool clicking thing when i move it around. Uh Oh.

p.s. 1/11/05 I finally went to the emergency room and I have a broken collar bone. yippie.