A drug deal went bad in south austin tonight, two mexicans thought we were cops somwhere around buda, and sliced my friends neck real bad. He made it inside the HEB. I blocked an attempt at my chest with the knife on the side of my arm. I walked 26 miles back to san marcos and went to the nearest house in town I knew. It was an old friend Mandy I knew since highschool. I banged and banged, no one was home, I remembered meeting her neighbor at a camp fire party at the river a month earlier so I decided to take the steps upstairs and give her a try. Her boyfriend opened the door and said oh shit, and I saw Rainy sitting on the floor. They welcomed me in with open arms, gave me a beer and a towel for my arm. I explained the story in a manic fashion and they kept insisting I call the cops. I refused to in fear of god knows what. She and her boyfriend were angelic in their care. She called Mandy and mandy arrived with a gang of people and we went downstairs for the festivities. I was trashed out of my mind on xanax and liqour and they kept insisting I call the cops. It didnt seem like they were buying my story, but the blood and the grass in the hair of the kid who walked 26miles may of been too much to deny. I was ready to pass out and Rainy insisted I go to sleep upstairs on her couch. In the morning without making a peep I slipped out and walked to my job to meet up with a girl friend of mine to drive me to my car that was at my friends house from the night before. Arriving I remembered I had a flat which is how the whole situation began. And shit I was going to have to fix it..