We got beaten up while taking pictures at Vanak Sq. Hopefully it didn't hurt that bad cuz the soldier's heavy boots missed my nuts and landed on my knee. We also looked too innocent to deserve a bat slugger.
But then my buddy pointed out that I got a weird plaster/lime white powder all over me. I politely asked the cop guy later about it, and he said it's just tear powder, "But I ain't got no tear sir" I wondered... he told me:"good for you dude...."!
The good thing about this, is when I wanna force my kids to eat breakfast I can yell:" I got plastered on the wall for your fucking freedom, now shut up and eat your cereal..."*
* I would never talk to my dear kids like that!



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