Originally Posted by
Odust
About 4 years ago I was at an Atrium show, enjoying myself at the back of the crowd and generally having a good time. There was a lot of black PVC, big boots, vinyl corsets, whips, leashes, D rings, the usual attire for that sort of show. Not being into all of that, I just sort of dressed in black. From the front of the crowd, a chick in a vinyl miniskirt with humongous boots came swaying up to me, smiled one of those delicious smiles, pressed herself against me, and then bit me on the shoulder. Hard. As in, bleeding, missing bits of skin, holes in shirt, hard. I was flipping out, yelling fuck a lot. She sort of pouted at me and looked bewildered and I thought to myself, no, I do not feel sorry for scaring this crazy chick, she just took a chunk out of me. But then she looked down and away and took a step back and I really did feel bad, even though I was bleeding through my shirt. I called it a night, put some neosporin on the wound, pitched the shirt, and went into the clinic the next day. Fortunately, still clean.