As soon as you are let go you hit the local booze shop for a tall thin bottle of ripple. You are walking about the town chugging from the bottle. You are starting to feel warmer as the buzz kicks in. Sadly a car load of mean teens with a paintball gun drive by. They call you a faggot and shot you in the face with a red paint ball. Your nose shatters and real blood mixes with red paint. You fly back and slam the back of your head into the pavement and go into convulsions. You wake up in the poor side hospital.