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Hi, joz and pals, I am back in LA. I will try to refrain from saying anything negative about the city I am still trying to learn to love (‘cause I am here so I might as well get used to it.) I already miss Boston. I spent a lot of time seeing friends and family that I haven’t in forever. Saw a few people that I hadn’t seen for about ten years, which was a bit odd, but turned out to be good. I wasn’t pleased however that their impression of me after all of this time was a swollen bruised asymmetrical bumbling guy. I wasn’t really bumbling when I saw them, but the story that went with my bloody swollen face and chin makes me sound somehow clumsy or anemic (which i am neither)…
See here’s what happened, and the story really isn’t even that interesting: …

…I fell asleep in the chair in my family’s living room watching some thing that made me fall asleep, and at around 2:00 am some commercial, loud and annoying, jarred me awake. Realizing that I wasn’t in bed, I turned off the TV and the lights and stood up to walk up the stairs to my bedroom. The next thing I remember is the sound of my face hitting the wood floor; it kind of echoed till I was unconscious.
About two three hours later I woke up, confused, and it was still dark so I couldn’t really see and assumed that I was in bed. Realizing that my bed wasn’t the wood floor I figured out I was not upstairs, and positioning myself to get up I felt liquid with my hands near my head. I turned on the light and found myself in a small pool of my own blood at the landing below the stairs. I had cleaned up the blood and got some ice and made my way upstairs to bed. My last thought was that I should probably wake someone up because I might have a concussion, but like the idiot that I am I decided I was too tired to do so and I just went to sleep. Luckily I didn’t slip into any sort of coma. I was yelled at in the morning because my fam could understand why I didn’t wake someone up.
Yeah, I just stood up too quick got dizzy and fainted. Sad part is, I wasn’t intoxicated by anything… one of my friends retold this idiotic story to a coworker of hers, who asked whether it was a pool of blood, or a puddle, A pool implies copious amounts and a puddle is not too much, but enough to collect on the floor. So if anyone has the same problem with this story, I will let you know this: if you have ever split your lip you will know that it bleeds a wicked amount. I will say this. It was a small pool not a pool or a large pool, so call it a puddle if you want. All I know is that most places if your order the bowl of soup as opposed to the cup they give you about the same amount anyway and just charge you more. It’s all subjective. Well, I am healed now for the most part so it doesn’t really matter. I included this story mostly so I can send the link to people instead of re-explaining to everyone the same story over and over. So yes, that is why my lip is bruised. No need to worry, my apt. in LA has carpeting.
-eric