Im so pissed man. This is only part of what i went through. Rotting flesh before my eyes. Before my mom’s eyes. Hiding from my friends and fans because i dont want to bring anyone down.
I quit my band. I left my company. I left the seeds i had sown. And every day i am trying to be positive. To start over. But i am so pissed. Crushed bones and hundreds of hours of rehab and now every day i have to fight.
I hate you so much. I have to fight every single fucking day. My hand was chopped off and i try to find alternatives. now im a fucking shell of myself. Everyday i hear a new fucking crack or pop and feel a new twist or sprain or tear and your restaurant is fine and dandy.
I passed you guys this trip to korea even though i didnt want to step anywhere near you but i still see you often in my nightmares. You guys were packed with customers. Do they know your ethics or what they would have to go through if they were crushed in your place?
I rewatched the cctv yesterday. I dont even remember who i used to be. All i can say is how dare you. How dare you ruin my life and come at me with this garbage about facts and figures.
How dare you. If it was your son. Your family. What would you do?
“I went to have dinner at a restaurant in Seoul with a friend. I opened the door and looked around for my friend, who had arrived before me. Then [suddenly], the steel frame and glass wall crashed down on top of me. The glass wall fell on my head and the frame crushed my left shoulder and wrist.”
My hand turned black and was rotting away before my eyes. I was told to prepare for the worst. [The doctors said] it was not likely my arm would survive.
“I recently found out that on top of a possible 6th surgery to restore whatever function I can in my hand, I also have a blood clot in my brain.”