30 April 2012
I was warned I shouldn't go mixing They're no longer 'my kind of crowd'. The warning signs were early- Numbers increased as the music got loud.
Reactions slow (I'm a little out of practice)- Allowed them to attack from behind. Out cold with no short term memory- Deaf, dumb & partially blind.
I wake to find I can no longer swallow, Tongue swollen, eyes purple & red. Freight train runs through my brain (a harrowing pain) Limbs paralysed-can't move from the bed.
Rack my brain for some recollection, Of the events that led me to here. But as my stomach HURLS back, My mind gets on track-
Never again shall I mix vodka with beer.
I Was Mugged... • Opuss № I