I got hit by a car

i got hit by a car, biking downtown. i've already told this story a million times in person but i wanted to include it here just so that it's recorded somewhere not in the likes of myspace messaging back and forth (i posted a bulletin after it happened and appartenly that's how you find out who your real friends are, over 20 people wrote back. thanks guys <3>

>>> i was doing a thing at the smell monday night. i was there for coaxial, who opened. goooood band, by the way. charlie asked me if i think they're cover material and i said hell yeah ! you can't go wrong with a darth vader mask made of duct tape (read the review, you'll get it later ).

after coaxial played i did that thing that most people do when they realize that they're at the smell downtown on a monday night - wuuur's the alcohol? don't get me wrong, i looove that place, i love jim, i love he kids; but, at the same time, like - yo, i'm not 17.

anyway, i biked up to la cita (4th + hill) to visit tina. tina works for la record too and spins at la cita every monday night. at this point in time i'd already run into tina about 8 times that weekend alone, and tina's a serious combat boot wearing lesbian, and i've been having a lot of trouble convincing her lately that i'm not gay, too (i guess i lost a lot of credibility when i shaved my head in february). showing up wasn't helping me out too much in proving my point bc monday nights at la cita is a major dyke hangout.

i said hello to tina. i said hello to the bartender, tedd - who i knew from working at the echo. half an hour and two beers later i said cya, i told anavan that i'd write a review, and they were headlining the smell in ten minutes. so paid my tab and go. i bike down third and somewhere before spring and that el pollo loco i get slammed but a fucking audi.

i wasn't injured too badly, i landed on my shoulder. but the bike? yeah - she's a goner.

the driver as more freaked than i was. in fact, i went into shock - and i started laughing hysterically. after i was up and walking, not a single scratch on me - i broke out into hysterical laughter. the friend who i was with kept eyeing me, telling me to knock it off, this was serious. NO SHIT! but at the same time, i dunno... what would YOU do if you just gotten slammed by an audi running a light at 40 mph downtown, and the only things injured were the driver's dignity (an possibly her insurance rates, if the bitch ever calls me back), and this effing purple bike that you've had for only a week but seriously hated more than satan anyway? you'd laugh, too.

so we do the info exchange, a couple bums stop by for a gander, and the driver is off and the eveythings over in about fifteen mintues or less. i decided that i'd pass on the anavan show and that they would understand. i lugged my broken bike up 3rd to take it and myself back to the bar. i left the thing outside, unlocked, becasue seriously? who the hell's gona wanna take that shit anyway. it was purple and demolished.

my friend an i got inside, explain to the bartender (ted) what's just happend, and he offered his place to crash. (again - he's a friend, so this wasn't too weird.) i make a few phone calls but proceed to get beligerently drunk anyway the second i know that i'll be ok and have a place to go. i talked to edgar on the phone for about 20 minutes. sean was really freaked out but i told him i was fine and just wanted to sleep / get drunk / deal with everything in the morning.

i didn't end up crashing at ted's - he lived in silverlake. my friend and i ended up sleeping over at the other bartender's place because he lived in a loft two buildings over from la cita. at this point i was sooooo drunk (ted kept giving me jameson shots) that if i ever saw that second bartender again walking on the streets, i wouldn't even recognize him. the only thing i remember was that before i blacked out he reminded me ben affleck from mallrats - the douche bag boyfriend replacement.

memory serves correct becasue i ran into ted working at the echo wednesday night. he told me that holy god - why the fuck did i go home with that other tender? he was like ben affleck from mallrats - only thinner and from the valley.