Horror Nights, New Tomorrows
My mom just said to me that sometimes God tries to show you things in roundabout ways.. I think that last night was as roundabout as it could get. My friends Royale & Kellz & I, after leaving the Velvet Room, went right around the corner to a Waffle House to eat. Some random Hispanic man who barely new English was trying to flirt with us in Spanish & some broken English as we sat in our booth. As we were paying our tabs, another Hispanic man walks in, absolutely drenched in blood and holding onto a large wound on his neck, probably a stab or bullet wound. He was speaking very silently in Spanish. Kellz immediately freaks out and runs to the bathroom. I'm mute and immoble. Royale's trying to calm everyone down. The Hispanic man who was talking to us rushed to the bloody man's aid. No sooner had he gotten to him than he collapsed right at the entrance to our booth, forcing Royale & I to have to sit and take everything that was going on. I swear I thought...