I pick up Leon and Oliver and the set of drums for practice, and Leon has a swollen cheek from being smacked in the face last night. Some guy he knew. Didn’t even see it coming. Later in the evening, the guy texted to say sorry, he’d punched the wrong guy. Also the wrong cheek, as it happened. I told Grace I’d take him to A&E cos Leon recently shattered that cheek from playing rugby, and has metal plates holding it all together.
Leon goes out most weekends, hanging out with his mates and drinking. I asked him how many bottles of beer he drinks on a night like that. About ten, he says. At A&E we meet a very nice doctor. He’s young and very straight forward. Leon’s cheek hasn’t been re-shattered. Just life.