The Glimmer Twins

After drinking since Friday morning with no sleep, on Saturday morning Pete the Poacher and I decided it would be funny to pick up this couch that Rock and Roll John was sleeping on and toss him off of it, again. So we did and John bounced off of the corner of the coffee table and landed face down. A pool of blood formed quickly. I thought we had fucking killed him. We rolled him over and there was a large gash above his eye. He was pretty wasted so he just kind of laid there and moaned, which was a good sign. I compressed the wound and we got him back up on the couch. After some discussion and general freaking out, Pete went and found some super glue and we glued the gash shut. It would have taken at least four stitches to close it. We almost glued his eyelid shut. Later on, I butterflyed it. I'm good at DIY injury treatment. John slept the rest of the day. I kept waking him up and checking on him every forty-five minutes or so, in the event of a concussion. He woke up that night, where we proceeded to a hobo party down the street by the tracks. We had a good time unitl I decided to try and kick a piece of wood in half for the fire. I didn't think to consider it a bad idea, considering the fact that I was wearing Converse and that I had already broken my foot in two places a few years ago. As soon as my foot contacted the wood I knew I was in trouble. The pain was unbearable. I instantly had a meltdown. Now they call us The Glimmer Twins.