#vicotnik

Stories, oh man, I spent 15 years with Czral and Aldrahn, most stories we probably don´t even remember because we were so fucked up. Its the people I spent my adolescence with and further into my grown up life. So everything I am, I in some way experienced with them. We have been in every stupid situation possible, but we have also shared some very real moments together. Stuff thats always going to matter. Nevertheles, lets go for a story; Aldrahn and I was at an event at Frosts place, and after a few beers (about 20 I guess) Alver jokingly threw a bottle for Aldrahn to catch I suppose. Well, it smashed right into Aldrahns face. So off they went to the hospital. Frost and I stayed behind and listened to some music, venting our frustration, solving world-issues (yeah right, we were about 18 years old, hahaha). While talking, working our minds to a frenzy while Bathory´s first album relentlessly blew out of the speakers, I was unfortunaltely fiddling around with a knife. Suddenly my arm just split wide open. The flesh just separated, and for a micro-second, I could see the main bone in the arm before the whole gash filled up with blood. I ran into the bath-room without Frost noticing the excess of the situation. So while I was standing there watching myself bleeding to death, I wondered, "should I get my ass to a hospital, or should I just have a few more beers and wait to tomorrow". Its pretty fair to say that without help, there was not going to be a tomorrow. Well, undecided I went back into the living-room to read Frosts reaction and kind of make my mind up from that. Before his brain even had the chance to evolve everything, he jumped up, packaged my arm and dragged me towards out on the streets to get help. Outside, he tried to get me cab, but imagen the cab-drivers perspective; two long-haired guys, all dressed in black, full of spikes and leather from top to toe and totaly drenched in blood. Now remember, this is in 1994, so its fair to say that they were not particulary keen to give us a ride. So every cab just zoomed by while Frost was kicking and screaming. He was so mad he was throwing stones at them as they just passed us full speed. (which probably just made them even less likely to stop). You know, blood and violence really painted a picture that kind of fit every outsiders notion of what the black metal satanists were all about. Nevertheless, out of nowhere he managed to stop a cab where the driver undeerstood the critical situation, so he took us to the hospital. At the hospital I was put straight on a gerny, but after evaluating they said they didn´t have the capacity to operate, but that they could arrange and send us to another hospital. This time, the hospital sorted the cab and sent us on our way. So some time later, after a lot of confusion at hospital number two, the doctors started prepping me for a proctology operation, which did not really fit my injuries. So, they just stood there, scratching their heads, they could not understand, they were expecting a patient with ass injuries and there I was with half my arm ripped off. After a lot of higgeldy-piggeldy(remember I am still bleeding like a squeeling pig), the doctors found out that hospital nr.1 prepped two patients for emergency operations and sent both of us to the opposite hospital. I got the ass-guys hospital and he got mine. So again, new cab, new journey across town and eventually Frost and I arrive at the right hospital. They bind my arm correctly (to decrease bleeding) and place me in a room for prepping. While I am resting on the bed, light-headed from blood-loss and alcohol I gaze out the front door and into the hospital hallway. Then suddenly... Aldrahn walks past the door with his face stitched up (remember, he got a bottle in his face several hours ago and finished his surgery now). He doesn´t see me yet, so I say something in the lines of "Fuck man, your new face looks a lot better than your old one", he turns his head and sees me on the hospital bed and understands absolutely nothing. This was one of the first events of crazy shit that later would define Aldrahn and my relationship. A few years later, we almost did a re-run. To make a long story short, the police was releasing me from lock-up, I was signing the documents and they were giving me my stuff back. So while I am signing the papers, Aldrahn suddenly walks by with a black eye signing his release-form. Seems like we took in at the same "hotel" that weekend eh. Some stories are not proper to print, but I will say this, the fact that we both are still alive after all these years is something to be infatuated about. While Aldrahn and I was in all this physical crazy shit together, Czral and I experienced a lot of psychological shit together. We had such open relationship. A relationship like that is impossible to maintain, we just knew each other to well in the end, and at the same time it was really exhausting for both of us to be so transparent in relation to another human-being. Its not his fault, its not my fault, we just shared four life-times within 15 years.