Metal and too much sun

It is autumn, oh yeah. Air is cooling down and leaves are falling. The scent of winter tries to sneak in. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate summer, but I prefer a little bit cooler weather. I am not meant to live in heat, if anything, this I have learned. Well, I wouldn't  mind if that too wet and muddy rainy season would go really fast.

Another reason for me to enjoy cooler weather is that I can wear my hoodies. And long trousers and jeans. All black, of course. It is The Most comfortable color for me. But today this day, this beautiful sunday hit me straight to my face laughing hard.

Morning was just a typical august morning here on northern part of Finland, cool and foggy. I was happy to wear my favourite clothes again, since we were about to visit a familyfriend of ours. Day went on and I listened some Draconian and Colosseum, well,  I tried to. My computer sometimes has a dissenting opinion of the importance of me listening metal music.

In afternoon we went to visit this friend, and after having coffee we sat outside enjoying the weather. Then suddenly, the sun decided to let us enjoy even more, and sent us the last summer-like warmth. Temperature rose and rose, wind was really warm too. And I wore all black. Others sat in their little t-shirts, I had my beloved hoodie, which I don't take off until it is 30 c's or so. So there I sat all sweaty and shoot it was hot! I know I shouldn't complain since soon we all shall miss those kind of  warm days. 

Maybe the sun don't like the habit of mine to wear hoodies even in summer. Or maybe it was just meant to  happen right today, since I am not thinking too much of myself. Anyway, my mistake totally, I know.

So I keep wearing black hoodies in any weather and listening metal. No sun or even my computer can say otherwise.

But that heat strike was personal. I am sure of it.

Handcuffs, Metal and other saturdayeve activities

Do you know how it hurts, when handcuffs pinch your skin?
I do. It does hurt. But what it looks like afterwards, is another story.

A week ago I was visiting my friend. He is a guard and thus, has handcuffs. Not those cheap ones easy to break, but real ones. And yes, I needed to test how it feels to be cuffed. Unfortunately, since there was dark and few drinks may have something to do with it, his demonstration didnt go as well as planned, and he pinched the skin from my wrist with those cuffs. It did hurt a lot, but was nothing compared to what was to come, when the blood started to pack in that little bladder there with no way to come out.

Well, as a very imaginative person I thought if the blood comes away, the pain goes away too. It did, after I pierced it, but giving it another thought now,  I am pretty sure it looked like some rite there (without being one of course.) And the amount of that blood there was amazing. Few shots of Jägermeister eased it a lot. And more doom metal.

The following days were fun to see the bruise proceed and finally disappear. And the little scar in my wrist reminds me of one great saturday eve with new metal bands (for me), and the pain always following it in my mind. To my friends, that little event can give something to tease me with for years to come.

But one thing is sure. I mean,  next time someone suggests me something with handcuffs, it is better to be something much more pleasurable. With metal music of course.