I probably can't find it, so I'll just give a re-hashing of the story.
I went to Nashville to see a concert and was drinking bourbon on the drive from Cincy (I wasn't driving, he was not drinking). So by the time we were there, I was concert ready. Band cancels. So here we are, hammered and clueless really about the working of Nashville, so we talk to locals and figure out that the main strip of bars is where to be. So we go there and see a bunch of bands at different places and we're having fun. But a certain point after bourbon consumption, I become a ####. I mooned my friends from across the street which caught the poilice's attention. They asked for my ID, I drop my wallet at their feet (so I am told) and basically tell them to suck it. They don't like that. SO I get taken in, again I have no memory of this and it's all what I'm being told. Apparently I was attacked by a possibly illegal alien while in jail. But I'll never know. No tape of it and no one saw it or remembers what happened, and now the guy is dead.
I spent 11 days in Vanderbilt hospital where the re-attached my lip from the corner on my nose to the corner of my mouth. 3 days in, I have a blood clot form in my eye. They have to re-open that wound to drain it then re-attach it again. My cheeks were crushed and had 2 teeth knocked out.
All of this happened during the floods this Spring and my room during the second of 3 surgeries was flooding while being operated on. Total mayhem. But hell I feel good now.
That was my thought when I read this earlier. Really sorry you went through this.
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