gadzooks
Dark Matter
[keratinize my mild-tasting blossoming]
Well, the concussion was the just the bow atop the gift-wrapped complete package of police brutality.
Luckily it's all healed. But sometimes a concussion that severe can have effects lasting years, if not permanently.
One my biggest regrets in life is not filing charges like literally everyone in my life told me I should.
Who knows how many other innocent civilians these badge-carrying sadists have brutalized.
gadzooks
Dark Matter
[keratinize my mild-tasting blossoming]
I'd post pics I took of the injuries if I had them (they're on my currently broken hard drive).
gadzooks
Dark Matter
[keratinize my mild-tasting blossoming]
So, you would think I would hate all cops...
I don't.
Those five were absolute pieces of shit and I sincerely regret not reporting their corrupt asses.
They should not be walking around with badges.
They are criminals who happen to have badges.
But, at the end of the day, not all cops are like that.
gadzooks
Dark Matter
[keratinize my mild-tasting blossoming]
Eventually, I realize I need to check myself into a hospital.
My wrist, for one thing, feels like it might be broken (from when they were kneeling on me and cuffing me, I imagine).
They do an x-ray, and tell me it's not broken, and that the bruises and cuts on the rest of my body and on my face will heal with time. They let me go, and I somehow end up back at my mom's house (her house is nearby, I live out of town but I'm way too fucked up physically to make that trip).
For the next couple days, I'm just stuck on my moms couch trying to make sense of things.
I was so fucking confused, my brain just felt fucked.
I went back to the hospital to check myself into the psych ward because my brain just wasn't processing things right...
I get into see a psych nurse and he does a psych exam, then gives me a referal to see a psychiatrist later in the week.
But I'm still not feeling right... so I go back into the ER and say "look, my brain is fucked up. something is wrong. I can't even process my environment right now."
So I end up seeing an ER doc who gives one look at my face and says "you clearly suffered a serious concussion."
So I ask "will this all go away? because I can't process things, I have no short term memory, I can't function."
Then he gives me some meds to calm me down and to help me sleep, but tells me that I could end up feeling like that for weeks, if not months.
I leave the hospital and take the meds he gives me.
For WEEKS I couldn't even look at a computer screen.
I had all kinds of fucked up neurological symptoms for months even.
Some of my cuts and bruises didn't heal for months, almost a year even.
gadzooks
Dark Matter
[keratinize my mild-tasting blossoming]
15 minutes later, I come to... I'm just walking down the street, head feels all fucked up, I'm just COVERED in blood...
I see a group of druggies shooting up and what not, but they're the only sign of life, so I walk up to them...
They tell me "wtf happened to you? you look like you just got the shit beat out of you?"
And I say "I don't know... five cops tackled me, I blacked out, and now I'm just walking down the street trying to make sense of it all."
Then one of the junkies is like "well, you're heating the spot out, get lost or I'll kick your ass too."
So I continue walking, dazed and confused, trying to wipe all the blood off with random pieces of paper towel I find and all that."
I can barely see out of one of my eyes.
I just keep wandering, no idea what to do next...
hold up, pt 4...
gadzooks
Dark Matter
[keratinize my mild-tasting blossoming]
So one of the cops asks me if there's gonna be a problem.
I'm just like "yo, that bouncer is clearly beating that guy up, why are you not doing anything about it?"
Then he (the cop!) responds with something like... "what are you gonna do about it?"
So I say something along the lines of "this shit's illegal for one thing", and I think I might have raised my arms in a body language gesture to indicate anger...
Next thing I know, five bitch ass cops are tackling me to the ground...
I end up blacking out...
Hold, pt3 incoming...
gadzooks
Dark Matter
[keratinize my mild-tasting blossoming]
A few years ago, I was on a drinking bender, and I ended up back in home town and neighbourhood (major slums...), and I end up meeting up with some random dude and we end up going to a strip club (picture the sleaziest, filthiest, grimiest strip club you can - then multiply the dive factor by about 10x).
I'm pretty drunk, so I don't know exactly what just happened, but the dude I'm in there with is being chased out of the strip club by the bouncer...
I follow suit, just to check up on him, even though I've only known him like an hour or so tops.
There are about five cops out there walking the beat (like I said, REALLY rough neighbourhood... this is standard requirements around here)...
I see the bouncer beating the dude against the sidewalk, so I'm like "yo, what is this? this seems like excessive use of force!?"...
pt2 in a sec... need a shot.
This shit was legit traumatizing...
gadzooks
Dark Matter
[keratinize my mild-tasting blossoming]
Okay, if anyone on this site has reason to hate cops, it's me... And yet I don't... It's story time...
gadzooks
Dark Matter
[keratinize my mild-tasting blossoming]
Actually, that would be the line between "non" and "white."
So never mind, carry on.
gadzooks
Dark Matter
[keratinize my mild-tasting blossoming]
The line between "white" and "non-white"...?
It's a hyphen...
"-".
gadzooks
Dark Matter
[keratinize my mild-tasting blossoming]
I'm drinkin' right now too.
2019-03-24 at 12:27 AM UTC
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Fancy ass apartment perks
gadzooks
Dark Matter
[keratinize my mild-tasting blossoming]
I'm just saving up for an AR/VR headset that I can use to go away to my own private island every day.
Then I can pay crack shack on skid row rent and live like a billionaire.