I vaporized my knuckle. I hit a large, unforgiving wood door while attempting to hit the promoter in the face. I missed. There wasn't as much pain as I expected, but my mood turned foul as the promoter fled the scene. I was left to the mercy of Jen, Cris, and Rocka and the bandmates who were less than thrilled at the prospect of my inability to
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