[Toy Soldier]

When I was about 17 we got jumped by a guy with a knife who asked for wallets/phones... I told him I only had £1 and handed it to him, then got the ****ing giggles. Like full on, couldn't stop laughing... he started battering me in the side of the face with the handle-end of the knife and I was still laughing like a maniac, he got confused, and just... walked off. Walked home spitting blood, still laughing.

Next morning I realised that I was lucky not to have a hole in my stomach.

To be fair though - we had been doing absinthe shots and I was just gone. One of the other times we did that I ended up wandering the streets in the rain picking up stones and twigs, saying to myself that these things really meant something and I had to collect them so that I would never forget. The memory of doing that is crystal clear - what was supposedly special about the random rocks and sticks I found in my pocket the next day, I have absolutely no clue.