Brandon nodded thoughtfully. "Yea that could probably work, we play there tomorrow night as a matter of fact. But I don't know about the whole scorched Earth policy for the club," he addressed this part towards Zach, "We play there a lot, it could end up hurting my band if the place goes under."
Growing up I knew a guy who had shot out of the windshield of his car and slid down a gravel road on his ass. His whole ass was pretty much scar tissue and it was possible to poke him with a pin and have him not notice.