I bled hard from the face but was so intoxicated I didn’t notice at first. It looked like Halloween blood to me and I acted as such. John wanted to leave immediately. “You’re scaring the shit out of these people,” he yelled. “They’ll call the police if we stay here.” Lookers-on parted like the Red Sea as the faucet of hemoglobin dripped down my chest. I smiled at them with big psychotic eyes and asked several strangers if I could have a sip of their drink. Unfortunately, John was right. We had more incriminating substances on our bodies than plasma cells and the fun was about to end. We left through the side door before security could make sense of what happened.