Origins.
Let’s face it. I’m off my rocker. Anyone who knows me can attest to that. I sing stupid songs to my dog. I make up lyrics of my own to songs which already have perfectly good lyrics. And in my finer (read, drunker) moments, I come up with little catch phrases.
“Kill me in the face” is one such phrase. Let me tell you how it originated.
About two years ago, I went to Mountain Bar in Chinatown to hear the Peasants (Andrei and Brett aka Butters) play their particular brand of electronic awesomeness.
" House Music Eats the Rich"
I started with a scotch. And followed that scotch with another scotch. And another, and another. And wouldn’t you know, I ended up getting pretty drunk. No, pretty drunk doesn’t quite do it justice. I was shitcanned. Soon, I began to feel a little sick, so I decided to go and sit on the bench that was outside the bar. Pretty soon I was lying on the bench face down.
This is me... if the beer was Glenlivet and I was a squirrel (yes, I've used this picture before, but who doesn't love passed out squirrels? No one, that's who.)
Probably about an hour later, my friends came to collect me.
“Can you get up?”
“Yeah, I can! Wait, no I can’t.” I laid back down.
“Hey, are you ok?” one of my friends asked me.
And instead of saying “No” or “Yes” (that would have been a lie) or “Maybe” (that too would have been a lie), for some reason I just started muttering “Kill me in the face. Kill me in the face.” over and over, much to the amusement of my friends.