still makes me feel unhappy inside...
Back in the day, when I was going through my "pills are good" stage, I was at a club, dancing and gurning away like a village idiot.
The main DJ of the night had just started spinning his tunes when some bloke literally falls from the heavens above and uses his head as a crashmat, only yards from where I'm standing. One of his flailing arms coshed some girl upside the head as he fell past her.
He had fallen from a balcony way up high - there was a promotional banner trailing from it where he had tried to grab hold of it on his way down.
He was down, and he wasn't gonna be getting up again.
I was pretty out of it, but I can still picture the pool of blood that formed around his head in seconds.
Worse, I can still remember the people that just moved out of the way and carried on dancing around his limp body.
I left the club shortly afterwards, not really up for it any more.

As an aside, I saw Stand By Me when I was ten and it's still one of my favourite films.
( nightbuffalo needs more duct tape, Thu 28 Feb 2008, 15:47, Reply)