January 4, 2009

A Story of Roy

here's the luna cafe sign,
another one of those retro-style signs i love. also in mitchell, illinois, on the other end of illinois 203 from the bel air sign. this particular cafe is the bar where my friend roy got his ass kicked on one fateful christmas night.
he was drunk, alone, and hit on a woman that he shouldn't have been. roy was seated at the bar and was sucker punched in the face. it dropped roy and he got the shit kicked out of him. actually has a little scar in the corner of his eye where the guy, who was wearing cowboy boots, kicked him.
the best part of the story is that roy, drunk, woke up on the porch of the luna cafe (it looks like an old house) covered in his own blood, and not knowing what happened. so he did the most reasonable thing he could think of: stumble back into the bar to ask for napkins to sop the blood off his face. once through the door, the man who attacked him punched roy in the face again, which in turn jarred roy's memory. "oh yeah," roy reportedly thought, "that's why i'm bloody."

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