Friday morning i wake up at 4am and take a shower. then i get a phone call from Emily saying "i feel sick and i dont wanna go to California anymore" so i tell Rachel and Bryan. and i realize i forgot to tell Rachel we had no tickets, to this sold out event. so Rachel freaks out and says we arent going for a minute but then decides we are because she already got work off for those 2 days and dammit she is going to California no matter what. so the 3 of us head out to cali.
we made great time and got to phils house at about 1pm or noon. we chilled there for a second then i forget why we all went into phils van but i do remember his van and where i sat.
next thing i remember i am in a hospital bed and there is a blue curtain on either side of me and a woman giving birth on one side and Bryan and my sis are both like "it's gunna be ok ryan dont worry"
so somewhere in there i am told i was being "squirrely" and jumping around and walking kinda funny and i tried jumping onto a planter and my face ate the sidewalk and i was knocked unconscious.
so then i remember being moved into a big ugly private room and wondering where my pants were, and why i had a neck brace when my neck didn't hurt a bit. Bryan, my sister and i missed the save eric show and stayed in the hospital until 2pm Saturday afternoon.
while at the hospital a few things i remember were
1. lots of asian doctors and nurses. all of which were beautiful.
2. yelling at them when they asked if i wanted drugs.
3. refusing to let anyone help me urinate and eat
4. pissing on myself but eventually mastering the art of urinating into a bottle while laying flat in a bed using only your left hand.
before we left for az we stopped at a jamba juice and i had the best smoothy ever. we arrived an hour after bryans show had started and i am told it was a great success [congratulations again dude]
i have had many visitors in the past day. mostly family. but now that my lip isn't as swollen i would love to get some more. also phone calls are great too even though i might not say much except "this sucks"
i broke my wrist and i have a cast and a sling for it and i got some nasty cuts on my mouth but thats all. nothing too bad. the doctors said i should be good to go in 2 weeks so hopefully before my show on the 16th.
also the websites i maintain and my e-mails will not be updated until i am out of this cast most likely. and i am so sorry.
if you are a guy and you call a girl a bitch or a slut or something much like those words. i hope you die.
if you brag about how many girls have touched your dick. i hope you die.
if you tell racist jokes i hope you die.
if you say a girl deserved to be raped. i hope you die.
if you think stories about girls dying while giving "head" to someone is funny. i hope you die.
if you brag about drugs you have taken or ripped off from people. i hope you die.
and if you are a 20 year old male still living at home with his parents and tells his parents to "fuck off" because you don't wanna go to bible study and you don't know how to put your crappy blonde hair into "liberty" spikes and you wear system of a down shirts and think that ska music sucks. i hope you die.