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So first of all this did not happen while I was traveling.
Happened in my home town actually, About 2-3weeks ago.
So details are a bit fuzzy *insert copious amounts of alcohol here* but here's a jist of it.
Little background on the town. Lawrenceburg,IN located about 40 miles west of cincinnati,OH. Right by the river where Ohio indiana and kentucky borders all meet. Highly conservative, red area. Corn Dixie flags big trucks you know the type....'Good ole boy's' sorta town. Consequently I stick out and always have like a sore thumb stuck in a sheep's ass.
So I'm at one of only 2 bars in the city. Minding my own talking bicycles with the local bike store owner. Bunch of whiskeyd up shit kickers come in late ,1amish. The first of the 3 sees my vest...typical dirty kid vest had it for years never washed patches etc... instantly feel the bad vibes ,but ignore. Made eye contact nodded went about my business.
Well they continue on the next hour downing shots of....fireball...and loudly talking shit to each other about me. I ignore and they finally leave.
Didn't give them much thought, so I killed a few more pbrs and it's closing time. Take a piss and head for the door, this is when shit gets fuzzy.
Soon as I open the door I see the first one swing something stick pole idk, cracks me in the ribs. I instantly hunched forward clutching at my side when the second one hits me in the face,right eye, and the third throws a boot that connects near the same spot. Another hit to the side of my head again as I hit the ground, an one more kick to the ribs as I lay there. Judging from the amount of bruises i know i missed some of the blows...these r just the ones i can recall.Next thing I hear is the large diesel they piled into turbo spool up and some yelling as they sped off.
Made for a very shitty night at my squat. My house is ten miles from the bar. So i built a squat shack halfway on the bank of the river. For nights I don't feel up to the pedal.
Here's a pic of my face next day.
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I do not know any of the people, I left this town in 2008 and returned in april this year. I'll assume it's the same shit head r ednecks I grew up with.
Happened in my home town actually, About 2-3weeks ago.
So details are a bit fuzzy *insert copious amounts of alcohol here* but here's a jist of it.
Little background on the town. Lawrenceburg,IN located about 40 miles west of cincinnati,OH. Right by the river where Ohio indiana and kentucky borders all meet. Highly conservative, red area. Corn Dixie flags big trucks you know the type....'Good ole boy's' sorta town. Consequently I stick out and always have like a sore thumb stuck in a sheep's ass.
So I'm at one of only 2 bars in the city. Minding my own talking bicycles with the local bike store owner. Bunch of whiskeyd up shit kickers come in late ,1amish. The first of the 3 sees my vest...typical dirty kid vest had it for years never washed patches etc... instantly feel the bad vibes ,but ignore. Made eye contact nodded went about my business.
Well they continue on the next hour downing shots of....fireball...and loudly talking shit to each other about me. I ignore and they finally leave.
Didn't give them much thought, so I killed a few more pbrs and it's closing time. Take a piss and head for the door, this is when shit gets fuzzy.
Soon as I open the door I see the first one swing something stick pole idk, cracks me in the ribs. I instantly hunched forward clutching at my side when the second one hits me in the face,right eye, and the third throws a boot that connects near the same spot. Another hit to the side of my head again as I hit the ground, an one more kick to the ribs as I lay there. Judging from the amount of bruises i know i missed some of the blows...these r just the ones i can recall.Next thing I hear is the large diesel they piled into turbo spool up and some yelling as they sped off.
Made for a very shitty night at my squat. My house is ten miles from the bar. So i built a squat shack halfway on the bank of the river. For nights I don't feel up to the pedal.
Here's a pic of my face next day.
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I do not know any of the people, I left this town in 2008 and returned in april this year. I'll assume it's the same shit head r ednecks I grew up with.
Sorry about that!
