So my boy Jimbo is also doing the Peace Corps (it not really suprising that niether of us have real jobs). He is in El Salvador being the man, and also has a blog (www.jimboleddy.blogspot.com). He can bench alot is strong and has been getting alot of great press lately for having sweet injury stories (see: dunking post, blisters from machetes etc) anyway it got to a point where even my mom was questioning my stones so here ya go james - hannon's on your tail...sort of. Well it all happened about 2 weeks ago after a boys night out, which entailed Spry, Colin and I eating our weight in pork shashleek (which is divine skewered meat). After this we called it a night, a successful boys night out at that, and headed home. I was crashing at Colin's and hung back to talk on the phone and didnt go into his apartment. The phone call was a pretty bummer of a conversation and the kind that really hits ya...then my phone died, F, i need a new phone card...then i turned around and get jacked in the grill (aka punched in the face) figuratively, literally, physically, you name it - it happened, pretty much just everything bad coming at me. Some dude, we will call Drago, just sucker punched me across my face and i staggered back and he grabbed my phone. A combination of still being out of sorts from the the phone call and punched in the face i wasnt really sure what was going on so i just sort of stared at this guy waiting for him to apologize. Then i realized i needed my phone so i grabbed that back, meanwhile we are saying nothing to each other - complete silence just staring at each other and cocking our heads like raptors from Jurassic Park circa 1993. My man Drago then picks up a rock and it is a this point that it dawns on me...OHHH im getting mugged!! So i start shouting at Drago until it looks like he is going to throw the rock at me, then i turn the corner. I get almost to the door and i think about how sweet it would be to act tough in the Kazakh language so i go back to the guy who is still standing there and yell "DONT TOUCH ME" in kazakh...point, counter point. I then head inside to find my buddy Colin sprinting down the stairs ready to go "what happened, you bleeding!! lets get em!" Still not really considering my options i just say i have to finish my phone call and wash up. It is not until Colin comes back into his apartment and tells me he couldnt find the guy that i think ohhh yeah i could have retaliated...never even thought to punch him back, just kept waiting for an apology - manhood right out the window. So damage report black eye, bloody nose, and chipped tooth - all from this one hit which was more like a clothes line than anything. But i did secure my cell phone (which is more than i can say for my brother, who had some stuff lifted from his car on the same day: bad weekend for the hannon boys) Even worse, I had to relate this story to our medical officer so i could get my tooth fixed. His name is Viktor and was in the Soviet Army and is pretty much the most intimidating man i have ever met. Anyway this is a picture of my blood in the stairwell of a former soviet stairwell...its like a medal, eat your heart out Rocky VI.
and more bad news, the following day while running a 15 miler on pure pork Colin dropped the bomb that he is dropping out of marathon preperations and that ill be on my own from here on out. Q. how was your weekend dave? A. awful
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