Ok, I'll admit it. Things got out of hand the other night. But SHIT. 25 years! how about it.

I got punched in the neck.

I snuck out of my own birthday party to sneak into a demolition party down the street. I stormed into the pretty tame "get together" and slammed my hammer into the wall. I tore the living hell out of a wall, then began ripping open the ceiling. I did all of this only to be told after about 10 minutes that it wasnt really so much a demolition party. The guy kept screaming "I have to live here another three weeks!" and so on...

I was taken far away from the other party guests and told that I had to stop. I had to be reasonable. I was told "There is no way you can do any more, I dont care what the flyer said." to which i replied "listen. you let me finish what i started or as soon as you turn your back im going to destroy your entire fucking house."

I was handed the better part of a sixpack and asked under threats of whiny violence to leave.

I opened the beer and poured it all over his living room couch.

i punched out the front window and stumbled back to my birthday party.

things got a little out of hand.

but listen, people were cheering the demolition on. If people were running and screaming... i would have gotten the hint. and believe me, if people werent at least a little bit into it, the destruction was the sort that sends people running and screaming. admittedly, when the hammer broke I screamed that I was gonna kill somebody, people sure gave us some space.

oh and i got punched in the throat. (thanks beez!)