Prompt Rides - 9. Buck's Luck

“But I heard you were dead! What are ya doin’ back in Perth?”

“Do I look dead to ya, Brett?”

“Bloody hell, Buck! You come strolling out of Steamworks, with a smile on your face, and I thought I was seeing a ghost, mate. Of course you don’t look dead.”

“Nah, still alive. ‘Though the pounding I just took in there might have killed a lesser man. I can’t find a comfortable position to stand or sit. Struth, mate―nice problem to have.”

“But the news said―”

“Fuck the news! They’re getting as bad as the bloody Americans. They make shit up all the time.”

“So what happened?

“It was after our concert in Brissy. There were these two of hot-as-fuck blokes in the audience, first row seats, and we invited them to come back to the dressing room to hang out. After downing a few VBs, we all got nekkid and went at it. I’m in the middle of my bandmates when a flash goes off and all three of them pull out of me at the same time. I kinda felt empty at that point.

“The Furballs were mad as a cut snake, and chased after him when he went to leave the room. He was trying to get his daks on as he ran, missed a step, rolled down the stairs, and cracked his head. We call triple zero and the ambulance shows up after a while. Turns out the guy had my same last name, and a reporter decided it was me. Next thing ya know I’m dead. Call it Buck’s luck.”

span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">I hope you got a chuckle out of the story.
  to Buck, for his help with my Oztrayan. Ya still walkin' funny, mate?