So yeah...
I don't need you, I don't need him, I don't need her, etc, etc, etc.
I've been extremely self sufficient for a very, very long time, and then Di put me under her thumb. Being the 'wife' of an AoN apprentice, I've had a bit of exposure to the rest of the AoN familia over the last 8 months, and while they're a bunch of crazy characters, work and such has kept me quite often out of the loop.
At any rate, Caycee, Corey, Raiden, Deli and I all went out to dinner at the Vortex to see Matt Heft off to his future successes when calamity struck. I can drink most people under the table, and beer had nothing to do with this little venture in which I chain smoked about a dozen cigarettes in an hour and a half and went in to shock due to an exacerbation of arrhythmia. I ended up smacking my favorite chin against a sink, shattered one of my back left teeth, flayed my chin to the bone and gave myself a concussion.
Had not these lovely, lovely people from AoN been there, I can't even begin to wonder where I would have ended up, in what condition, and where half my s&!t would have been. Almost a complete stranger in the scheme of things, I had as good care and attentiveness as I could've asked from my Boss lady.
They got me to a hospital and signed in, doors opened, napkins, bottles of water, cold rags, and all the other things it takes to keep your heart beating when it feels like quitting. The nurses were skeptical as to the truth of the matter, but thankfully 'Iron Lung' Heft was ready to stick a boot full of Bugler up their asses if they gave me anymore s&!t.
At first I wasn't going to go to the hospital, but Caycee threatened to cut me up even more if I didn't obey. I'm hardcore man, but she was serious.
Once you're a part of this family, you're family. Love it, hate it, they're there for you.
Thanks AoN, y'all are tits.