A Tale of Two Hookers
Well, Las Vegas wasn’t what I expected, but who expects to be there less than six hours and have the shit beat out of you? Not me, my friends, not me.
But that’s exactly what happened. On Thursday night, after a great time at the little VIP room in Tao, my friend and I got jumped by hookers (arguably) who stole what little cash we had and our cell phones. I’ve never been punched in the face before, and I’d say the experience was certainly a bit less physically painful than I expected, particularly since I had several drinks. I could have stood to not get kicked in the head as much, and the hair pulling is also really annoying, but all and all there was nothing broken and nothing warranting a hospital visit. My friend had about the same injuries as me, but she was also bitten, which is scary. She’ll get it checked out, but it looked like that bitch didn’t break the skin.
So while I am sporting two black eyes and a swollen jaw, I am physically fine and certainly feel lucky that nothing worse happened.
But emotionally, it is pretty awful. I haven’t cried that much in a long, long while. I haven’t ever really felt like a victim before, and I can’t imagine what people who have more serious injuries or trauma must go through.
Bad things happen to people all the time. Terrible things that seriously change them for the rest of their lives. This probably won’t take but a couple months to get over, and I’m thankful for that. It will become a funny story to tell (jumped by hookers in Vegas while their pimps watched) and while the bruises look bad, just a couple tablets of Advil have made this almost totally painless.
But the world does look and feel a little different. I’m not sure how long it will take for the emotions to fade, but what happened in Vegas certainly did not stay in Vegas. I thought about not really posting or talking about all this, but I feel like that would be dishonest because it did happen for whatever reason, and maybe writing about it will help.
I'm home now and certainly don't need you to worry or feel bad for me because I am very lucky that it wasn't worse. Oh, and if I had it before, email me your number cause a hooker has my cell phone.