I had the tix and a pile of friends going to the show, and definitely needed the quality time there to help the healing and give some closure to the situation. My family, though, insisted I rent a wheelchair to allow as much rest as possible.  I really did need it so I agreed. From this point, the story can go a hundred different directions...

After the show...God, Ok, I lost my friends, I was acting a little crazy here. Some people thought I lost my mind for a week or two after the hospital. I thought it was enlightenment... Anyway, Lost in a crowd, I was rolling along when a beautiful girl dropped her smoky Quartz right next to me. It broke into three shards. Since I was closest, I reached down and picked them up... she was already crying. 

I could feel the energy in the stone and squeezed it, telling her It was still strong. Apparently I was right, as I noticed that I actually cut my thumb on the shard, quite badly too. She was as touched as was I, we hugged, and she left me to bandage my wound. Yes, I had gauze and medical tape... I had to change the wound on my ribs where the hose went in...(the lung?) So I began first aid. 

I was interrupted when the Clydesdale horse nearly trampled me. It reared when he saw the angry, half metal person below. I yelled to the cop, "Look out!" you know.  He was all, "Get the f***out of my way." So I'm all, "you almost killed me," and he's all, "Get the F**K out of my WAY!"  Others are all around as the cops were trying to herd us off a certain block. Kids are yelling, "he's in A FU*****G wheelchair!!"  But no cop cared. 

SO, I wheeled over to where other cops were standing to mention to the most official looking cop, the incident with the cop who almost killed me. He goes, "go back the way you came." So I say, "look, I am a little disabled, I'm bleeding..." When he saw my blood he freaked out. He came behind my chair and began shoving me into the empty block that the cops had just cleared. He was bent over in my ear saying something like, "I'll tear you out of that chair and beat you shitless."  

He then gave me a final shove and left me in clear view of the herded crowd, about 30 feet in a cleared street fenced by a wall of cops. I was scared shitless for sure, and I was a little rolley by the way. I finished my bandage. My sister and two friends happened by, saw me, and thrust past the cops to aid me... they almost got the beat down. So they rescued me... awfully wordy with the police, I was ushered away, lucky I wasn't incarcerated.

- Matt ScaryMonster

Editor's Note: I really don't know why so many cops are just straight up assholes.  I think they just love fucking w/ people.