Isn't that bad.
I called Alyssa, and told her that I was OK, and for now, she's cool with it.
I can't see anybody when I'm going through this, and I called the video store and told them I was going to Prague. That's the beautiful thing about Williamsburg is you can tell anybody that you are "Going to Prague" and everybody buys it. It's like a month long reprieve from your life.
Actually, now that I'm human for a month, It's pretty boring. There's a lot of reading. I got in a fight with Bruce becuase I was trying to explain that film is just as much literature as books are, but he wasn't hearing me. He just wants me to read the classics.
But when I'm a werewolf, training is exciting- the day after the arena fight, I changed into a werewolf and Bruce put me in this maze. I wasn't sure sure what the point was until I came upon this old man. He was weak, and dressed in rags, and seeing as I was a wolf, I was definately into eating him. So I walked up to him, kinda slowly, sort of digging the fear he was sending off, and just as I was about to strike, he pulled out a handgun and shot me right in the fucking head.
Like, drilled a bullet into my brain.
Now, I'm not sure how many of you have ever been shot in the head, but I'll tell you, as a supernatural being who can wake up and survive that shit, it sucks.
Like, it really fucking hurts.
That bullet hit me in the head and I went DOWN, man.
Like I fell hard, and it fucking hurt.
Have you ever heard anybody say that they have a "skull-splitting" headache?
Well, I've had one, and it's because a fucking bullet spilt my skull. Granted, given my situation, I'm no Jim Brady , I mean, the bullet eventually oozed out of my head and my brain reconfigured itself, but shit- it's no fun to have a bullet in your brain.
Trust me on this one.
I guess what Bruce was going for was to warn me that every opponent, no matter how weak, could have a hidden strength, and to prepare for that.
Which is cool, I guess.
He's also got me reading the original "Frankenstein" by Mary Shelly.