Sunday Bloody Sunday...

Standing at the top of a hill in a park drinking whiskey in the moonlight with my pal…

At some point I vaguely remember him claiming he was going to "ride my carcass down the mountain" before launching himself at me, propelling us both through the hedge barrier and surfing me down a very steep hill at great speed like some kind of god-awful human sledge.
Luckily my head stopped us reaching warp speed thanks to a conveniently placed tree...
I don’t recall much else that night (or that year come to think of it) aside from both of us running off to my house whooping, to sleep the booze & pain off.

I awoke to see his chubby torso dangling from the spare bed opposite me and groggily fired two BB pellets from the permanantly loaded 'Webley Stinger' I kept next to my bed, into the flank of his leg to wake him up - which it did spectacularly.
As we both sat up I realised I had a bright red pillow attached to my head which I had to literally peel off and dispose of. Turns out I had been haemorrhaging all night long!
We both laughed, whislt marvelling at the dark pool of blood in my bed and the two trickles running down his leg.

About a year later I had to have an operation to remove a catarct from my eye, a unusual affliction for an eighteen year old boy, which the doctor told me was most likely caused by a severe blow to the head - I would have cried but my tear ducts had inexplicably stopped working...

Great days.
(wrigglesworth, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 11:04, 1 reply)

'whiskey' is irish or even nermerican *shudders*
...which if course is not 'whisky', which is Scotch, which is a drink whereas i, hailing from Scotland, am Scots, and of course pedantic.

just saying
( spimf ™ is whoever you want him to be, Tue 12 Aug 2008, 16:37, closed)