The Shine

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I don't know what happened but a guy came backstage missing part of his nose. He wasn't happy about it. He wasn't that upset either. There are some crybabies in wrestling, they whine like children if you touch them too hard. Then there are guys who lose half a nose and are mildly annoyed.

Seeing him walking through the hallways with a handful of noseblood it reminded me of one of the times I've been stabbed.

I don't remember what city it was in but I think it was down south based on weather. I had started hanging around in this park sometimes during the day. A lot of people would come there to have family reunions and if I was patient I could in line and get a plate of food.

I was in that part when this guy was suddenly right next to me. I don't know how he snuck up on me because I was pretty paranoid back then. He was wearing white shorts and a white shirt with a white headband. He had fuzzy/curly hair. He was a big man. He was soft, but not obese. He had the frame of a guy that could be really something but he was flabby.

He said he liked my boobs. While I was trying to think of something to say back he tried to force a kiss on me. I tried to push him away but he backed me up against a chain link fence. He was trying to kiss me and I was trying to push his face away with my forehead because my arms were halfway trapped down at my sides. It was a weird pressure that was pretty painful for both of us I have to think.

His nose was right at my mouth level so I clamped down. It was a little like biting into beef jerky mixed with taffy that's a little too old. Texturewise, the taste was just a normal blood taste.

He pulled a knife, out of his pocket probably. I was able to grab him by the wrist because I could feel him fumbling for something. It's a good thing he was left handing because I don't think his strong hand against my left would have gone well for me.

He cut up my hip and ribs but it was all shallow, he couldn't get a good stab because we were locked together nose-mouth and I had him by the hand. The funny thing about that is that those are some of my worst scars. A straight stab just leaves a little line where the blade went in. What I have over there looks like a toddler doodling with a crayon.

Technically I bit his nose off but it was more of a tear than a bite. It was like tearing a piece off of a really tough pork chop. Biting something implies a clean "snap" all the way through. This was more of a rip scenario.

I don't remember him punching or hitting me but he must have because my eyes didn't work together for a few days after that. That only happens when you get a hard blow to the head. Each eye was focusing independent of the other which really fucks you up.

This all happened with people in the park walking dogs and playing basketball. No one even seemed to notice.

If you ever see someone missing a good chunk of nose and he's not a wrestler it might be that guy from the park. Watch out because he's an asshole.

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