Well, we finished our set last week at Checkpoint's and i sat down near the stage to smoke a cigarette when Sam, our bass player, tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Dude you should really check out your leg." So i did and then realized that there was this little vein thing hanging out of my calf shooting blood all over the stage, all over the floor, and all over the people in the front row. It wouldn't stop bleeding either so i had to do what i've always dreaded and make my first trip to Charity Hospital. I waited for seven and a half hours to get six stitches in that motherfucker. It was horrible. Not to mention the fact that i had to share the waiting room with some girl i had hit in the head with a chair at our show. Her boyfriend kept staring me down all morning, but it was her own fault for standing too close if you ask me. And i ruined my favorite vision street wears too.