I am still holed up in a hotel in Grand Junction, CO. Once it was obvious that the weather wasn't letting me out of here today I decided to go down to the lounge for a couple of drinks.

I had spent the afternoon downloading some old 1980s music videos and running them through some enhancement and editing software to make them reasonably presentable for my Archos tablet. Have I ever mentioned that one of my hobbies is collecting 1980s music videos?

While sitting at the bar I was watching said videos to check my work and pretty much minding my own business. I am happy to say that only one of the videos need some re-work as I seem to have flubbed up some of the scene changes. I'll work that out when I have the time.

Well, as I was watching a Pat Benatar video I suddenly felt a rather sudden and severe impact on the back of my skull. That came as quite a surprise to me, as did the stars I was seeing.

I wheeled around and saw some young guy I had never seen before holding a long neck beer bottle. I quickly put two and two together and figured out that this kid had just whacked me on the back of the head with said beer bottle.

Well, I was a tad confused as I don't know the kid and have no idea why he would want to whack me with a bottle, but I wasn't going to give him a second chance. I immediately struck out and hit the kid in the larynx, which drove him back from me far enough for me to get off my stool, and then kicked the kid in his right knee. Said kick put the kid on the floor.

I had no idea what was going on at that point but I knew for certain I wasn't going to let the kid hit me with that bottle again so I stomped down on the wrist connected to the hand holding the bottle.

I was about to bend down and grab him to find out why he had hit me when a couple of guys grabbed me and held me back. For a second I started to go after them, thinking they were his friends, but I realized that they were just trying to break things up so I relaxed and backed off.

Once the dust settled I found out that the kid had lost his girlfriend recently and in his drunken stupor he thought I looked like the guy she had left him for.

Once the guys settled him (and me) down, he figured out I wasn't who he thought I was and apologized to me. I accepted his apology after delivering a solid shot to his jaw.

The kid had hit me with that bottle hard enough to do some serious damage and I wasn't happy about it. If it weren't for my Irish skull he could have seriously messed me up. Good thing for him I wasn't carrying my Bubba Stik or I would have shown him what real skull damage really is.

I admit that for a second I almost went for my belt buckle which is actually a knife that slips into a sheaf built into my belt, but once my eyes locked onto the kid I knew I didn't need it. Just reflex.

I am back in my room now, nursing a knot on my head and smoking a bowl of Bishop's Move. I have a bit of a headache, but other than that I am ok. I am not so sure about the dumb kid, I slugged him in the jaw hard enough and at the right spot (where it is thinnest) to break it.  Again, just reflex.

Sometimes even minding your own business can get you in trouble. At this point I am just hoping I can get some sleep without the cops coming knocking on my door.