The Shotgun Approach

After a failed invasion of a country with nothing but a flabby ticket-taker as the sole inhabitant (what was I thinking? It would be like conquering this guy), I figured I'd do a regular check-up post, just to have an entry.

So I have a couple things I thought I'd put to the keyboard.

First off, it storms down here more than...a place...that...storms a lot.
The nearly constant torrential downpour certainly hasn't had any effect on my mood. It's quite cheery. Makes me wish I'd have done more face-punchin' in my past.

SPEAKING of face-punchin' (although, not really...as you'll soon read) I went to see my neighbor's band perform. They weren't bad, considering it was their first show. And while the music wasn't exactly my thing, the second to last band was quite good.
Since it was a hardcore show, there was all manner of prancing around and slamming into each other and whatnot in the pit. During the fifth and final band, a ruckus broke out from the pit. There were two different fights erupting at the same time. About 14-million people were all working to break it up, so it didn't last long at all.
Since I was so close to one of the would-be-combatants (they never got past the pushing, or as I call it "fratboy foreplay" stage) I slipped one of my arms under his and around his chest, picking him up with one arm and facing him the opposite direction of the guy he was facing off with.
This was not a difficult feat, as the guy probably weighed 150 soaking wet. When I looked over my shoulder to make sure that the crowd of had indeed grabbed the other guy and I wasn't about to eat a fist trying to find it's way past me and into the little guy, the little guy grabbed my fingers resting on his chest and cranked on them like a slot machine.
Honestly in the confusion and with some adrenaline pumping, I didn't notice at first. I let him go and everything calmed down almost as quickly as it started.
About two minutes later, my finger hurt like it had been crushed by a rock.
Three matches in the ring, a few years of grappling, years of getting kicked in the face by Oscar Kallet, and a year as a bouncer at a Chicago venue and THIS is the time I get hurt?
I thought my finger was broken for two days, but it's feeling a good bit better today. I don't think a break would feel better in just five days. I have a pic, but it's not that gruesome.

ALSO...Entourage has started it's second season. While my girlfriend thinks the show is disgusting, I find it very, very funny. If you have HBO, check out a couple episodes. Jeremy Pivin steals the show whenever he's on screen.

I may have also found some under-the-table side work. As always, I don't want to jinx it, so only more on that if it comes to be.

That's all for now bitches....