here's the bloody story

1-ish am. after several rounds of sex on the beach shots, everyone was happily standing by our piss weak excuse of a table thanx to their incompetence. out of nowhere someone comes running past us. and another. then a stampede. meanwhile i heard a glass bottle smash and noticed jin min holding his head, blood dripping onto my arms, jeans, white bag and shoes.

oh FUCK. thought i. i took jin min out and yelled at everyone to get some help and first aid. idiots looked at me with stoned expressions. looked at each other to see who was going to do something. STOOOOOOPPIIIIIIIDDDDDD!!

what went through my mind:

i hope he's okay. poor guy just HAD to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

what the fuck happened in there?

fucking assholes need to grow up and figure out that fighting ain't gonna solve anything.

WHO THE FUCK is responsible for this!! i wanna kick the shit out of the motherfucker. in the balls. (so much for my last thought)

as we were leaving zouk, a taxi driver approached us.

"who's responsible for this? i got contacts. i can call them and they can teach the guy a lesson."
"we don't know who it was. thanks."
"i'm serious. i got contacts. we can teach the fool a lesson."
"no it's ok. thanks. we don't even know who it was."

ah nice to know people are so willing to help commit violent acts of justice.

jin min is fine. no major brain damage that wasn't already there. hee hee.

let's see what happens this week.