What a crazy weekend it has been here in Paisley Land. It started off so well, with a group of 40 of my friends all enjoying a Christmas dinner together on Saturday afternoon. Me and Schmerc couldnt stay for the after party drinks for long as it was his wee brothers 21st, but we were able to stay for a couple.
I wish we hadn’t. Schmerc always helps out when he’s not working, collecting glasses and generally being a barman. Two wee fuckwits came in who were quite clearly offf their face on something, and also very bamlike. In the most unagressive manner EVER, Schmerc escorted them out. I didnt think anything of it and went to the loo with MW. When we returned it was clear something was wrong, the bar was strangely eery and there was a trail of blood to the wee store room behind the bar.
It was Schmerc. He had been stabbed twice in the back, there was blood everywhere. Two of my friends were in there with him, applying pressure to the wounds, keeping him sane and calm, and generally doing a very good job at stuff that I would have been completely useless at doing. So I left the wee room and went outside, realising that I would be no good to anyone being in hysterics.
Thankfully he is going to be ok… narrowly missed his heart and his kidney.. but I tell ye – what a horrendous f00king night. I never want to witness anything like that again, and although it was a very crap thing to happen I do believe he has a wee Guardian angel watching over him.
Sorry for the crap rendition of that. Can’t convey, or rather I dont want to, convey my emotions for it all.