2002-10-15 - 9:54 p.m.
... You’re at a bar with two of your friends, one of whom is older than you by 8-10 years, the other younger by roughly the same number, and you make a convoluted and way-too-long pop-culture reference that ends, "and Marshall Mathers as the Beaver!" only to find that the younger friend doesn’t get the "Beaver" part, and the older one doesn’t get the "Marshall Mathers" part. Feh.
Generation X my ass. How about Generation No One Gets My Jokes Anymore instead?
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Nursing a couple of cracked ribs and possibly a cracked sternum this week. I was at a show Saturday night--the Dirtbombs and the Detroit Cobras, if you want to know--the band’s lead singer started baiting the crowd, the dickhead standing next to me yelled, "PLAY A SONG YA FUCKIN HO!" the singer’s boyfriend went off and threw a punch at the guy, more punching and shoving ensued, and suddenly the first guy went flying backwards and landed right on top of me. At that point a few more people joined in, then half the club’s staff, and the whole show started to look like center ice at a Gulls game while I retreated into a corner to get my wind back, make sure nothing else was broken, and whimper privately.
It could have been worse--when I was a kid I once broke my leg in two places just by sneezing too hard. I guess the bones of people with osteogenesis imperfecta do harden with age just like the doctors said. Still, I always forget how saying things like, "Oh, it’s just a couple of broken ribs, nothing to worry about," does a complete and total mindfuck on most people--I said exactly that to one of the club’s bouncers and I thought he was going to pass out.
Me, I haven’t even been to the emergency room. I don’t mean to sound all macho or anything--it’s just that, unless I’m coughing up blood and my ribcage rattles, I don’t see the point in paying a $200 insurance deductible just to have some doctor tell me what I already know. "Yep, you have a couple of cracked ribs. Nope, nothing we can do about it. Here, have some vicodin."
I’ll feel good as new in a week or so. And anyway, I went today and got me the best damn haircut I’ve had in years. I may hurt like shit, but I look fabulous.
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Well, DUH.
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