I ended up in the hospital.
I woke up alone pretty well, freaking out and in a world of pain. What happened at the gig, what happened to me, what day was it, where was I? It felt like a dream. I reached for the buzzer. A male nurse walked in. My neck was in a brace, head bandaged. My right arm and back had a total of 88 stiches, and all wrapped up, my right leg was in plaster, elevated. I was busted up.
‘Hello, Mr. Saunders. How’s your head? You’ve been out for four hours. Your friends are a lively bunch, aren’t they?’ he said with a cheeky smile, explaining briefly what happened and where I was.
Suddenly, Lucy charged into the room.
‘Holy crap, Arch, are you okay? That was wild. A beer can smashed you, knocking you out cold. The guys ended up having to cut it short and finish th
