black-eyed betty

I woke up with a shiner on Sunday morning. Bar brawl, you ask? F'ed some bitches up and walked away with only a black eye as my damage? Alas, I am not that tough/cool, and the reality is...my eye fell into a pole. Yea. I'm a big ass. But come on, it's pretty funny, no?

Dozing off on the F train Saturday night, the train jerked, and, mid-slumber, so did my head. Unlucky for me, I was sitting in the corner of a three-seater right next to...a pole. At first it just hurt as you might expect your eye bone(?) to hurt after being slammed into a piece of metal. A few moments later I noticed there was a little bump next to my eye, but didn't really think much of it, as the pain had subsided as quickly as it came. My glasses were unharmed, so I was happy about that. Went back to dozing off, got up at my stop, and went to bed all fine and dandy. The next morning, I looked like this:



Two days later, it's still purple and it hurts when I squint or close my eyes too tightly...What a jerk!! Anyhow, if at least one of you gets a good laugh outta this story, then I think putting myself in harm's way was all worth it.