It’s been nagging at me since the day they put me in this hellhole. A hospital. Hah! This isn’t anywhere near where I should be right now. I should be breaking down that mother fucking door to get to my girl. I shouldn’t be sitting here waiting to be discharged after a fucking week of sitting here to heal. All I did was threaten the doctors that I was going to murder them and run out of this goddamned room if they didn’t let me go and boom, guard posted at my door 24/7 for the last week. I understand completely what happened to me was bad. I understand the bullet from the gun nicked the femoral vein in my leg. I totally get I lost a fuck ton of blood…but I’m alive and I have no clue if she is anymore. It’s driving me nuts just sitting here, not doing anything. I’d be able to tell the cops all about it…that is, if I wanted my club shut down. Do I want them investigating in my club, where I know for a fact there’s a fuck ton of illegal activities going on?
