I ran past a Billabong shop, so I stop and go back in. But there's some guy trying to stop me from going into the store, because that's their job, and I'm pushing past, yelling, 'They're trying to kill me! They're trying to kill me!'
So I get to the back of the store, and I'm trying to catch my breath, and in come those three guys again. Now, one of them has a shoe hammer, and I'm like, 'Fuck!' I seriously thought I was going to die at this point. I'm fake begging, like, 'Please, please don't kill me!" And they're all mocking me by saying, 'One on one. One on one." The guy with the hammer comes at me. I overhand right him and then just run to the door and go back towards the club, because if I go further out in the other direction, no one will be there to help me.
I'm sprinting bare-footed on the cement. I'm all fucked up at this point. I see a taxi right in front of the club, so I jump in and yell, "Go, go, go!" The driver is freaking out because I'm bleeding everywhere. I have long hair that's completely soaked in blood, my clothes are completely soaked, so I basically tell the guy to go, and in the meantime, the fucking taxi gets attacked.
I'm trying to find the lock to the door, but they open the door before I have a chance to get to the lock. The taxi driver gets out, so at this point, I think the taxi driver turned on me, and I'm like, "What the fuck, man?" Then some guy grabs me by the hair and hammer fists me, and I thought for sure I'm going to die.
I mean, at this point. I'm definitely going to die.
Then some Europeans and some people from Bali start pulling people off the car. The taxi driver jumps back in and we fucking take off. There's one guy following us on a motorcycle. I tell the taxi driver to pull over, and he pulls over, and I get out of the car, and I ask what he's following me for? And he goes, 'Are you OK? Are you OK? Do you need any help?' I say I'm fine, and he's like, 'Where are you staying?' I tell him, 'Don't worry about it, just get out of here.' And he took off.
So I went to the one hospital, and they thought I had fractured my skull in two spots so they sent me to a different hospital. Then I had like six or seven different spots on my skull sutured. The bill was like $35. I didn't have a major fracture or brain damage or anything like that - the damage was pretty minimal, considering what had gone on. I had a hematoma on my leg that's now a dent, and my legs were all jacked up - my feet and my back were all scratched up from being on the ground. But, you know, that was it, man. I flew all the way back to America, and then the next day I flew out to Japan. Mark Coleman was there, and as soon as he saw me he's like, 'What the hell happened to your head, man?'
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