A few weekends ago I got mugged. Well, that may be too soft a term for it. I had the crap beaten out of me and got robbed.
After the first AFL grand final, after far too many beers for a man who isn't supposed to be drinking, after my friends tried to put me in a taxi, I was found in a garden bed about 3km's from where I was left - bleeding, unconscious, sans wallet, keys, phone and shoes.
THEY STOLE MY MOTHER FUCKING SHOES!!!!
In all the years I've been going out in Fortitude Valley, I have never experienced any violence - sure I've seen fights erupt in the clubs, but I have never been involved in any altercations. EVER.
So this has thrown me more than a little bit. The Valley is my world. There's three gay venues where I have always felt comfortable and safe. Even the straight venues I frequent have always felt at home and not have to worry about getting beat up.
I used to walk home from the Valley. 3, 4, 5 in the morning, in various states of inebriation, and never had a problem. Ever.
It has been over a month now since it happened, and while I have been out a few times, I'm still more than a little bit uneasy about being out on my own.
And I hate that. Hate that so much.