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This is typically where I’d drop my regular spiel about the dangers of hallucinogenic drugs and the main reason I don’t partake is because I worry I’ll lose bodily control and start removing appendages and shit, but I’ll keep said spiel in my back pocket this time. This young, British lad promises he was sober when he lost his pinky finger at a rave. I believe him, too, because it was clearly an accident.
As he explained to Vice, Josh (apparently he only goes by one name, like Madonna) was attempting to rip a blaring fire alarm off the wall because it was interfering with his vibe while “waiting for the drum ‘n bass to kick in.”
Five minutes in, the fire alarm starting going off and everyone was like, “Rip it off! Rip it off!” So I thought I’d give it a go. I was completely sober at the time. I jumped up, grabbed it and my little finger got caught in the case because it was all broken, and as I came to rip it back down, my little finger got ripped off completely.
The rational response to losing your finger at a rave is to 1) find the finger, and 2) take it to the hospital immediately with hopes it can be reattached. Not Josh, though. He had some skanking to do.
There was also a chance of septicaemia because of the dirt, so he got some medical acid, poured it right onto the finger and all the flesh around it melted right in front of my eyes. That was the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life.
Well, what can you do? There are fit girls around you, the bass is hard, the music is popping. I didn’t want to be the sore thumb sticking out – or the sore pinkie – so I was like, “Fuck it, let’s skank on and enjoy it.”
Fit girls? ✓
Hard bass? ✓
Popping music? ✓
Bloody stump where your pinky finger used to be? ✓
Give your bloody stump a painful acid bath that melted your skin? ✓
Time to skank? ✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓
I was in so much pain and shock that the first thing that hit my head was the beat and the bass. The bass was hard, so I just ripped off my top, wrapped it around my finger and tied it up as tight as I could and skanked it out for half an hour. My mentality was, ‘I’ve only been here for an hour, I’ve paid £10 for this night, I’ve lost my little finger – am I seriously going to go? Nah, I’m going to skank until I can’t skank any more.’ After that, my mate dragged me down to the paramedics.
Gotta skank. Always be skanking. Can’t stop skanking. Won’t stop skanking. Skank ’til you can’t skank anymore, then skank.
So, what happened to the severed part of his finger? Turns out, some dopers picked it up and had a game of catch with it.
[The finger] pinged off into the crowd. I got told later that a bunch of stoners found my little finger and were playing catch with it.
And if you’d like to see the bloody stump where his finger used to be, CLICK HERE.
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