So Evel Dick is in Ireland. Apparently, last night he went out to a pub and had himself a very good time. Then he got on his bicycle and went home. Only at some point his face ended up looking like this. He has no memory of the night before, but is assuming he was hit by a car on the way home from the bar. He claims he was not drunk, went to two bars where he had one beer each, the bars closed at midnight for Good Friday. Got on his bike rode home on a quiet little street and the next thing he remembers he was coming too on the side of the road with some cab driver asking if he was okay. Got on his bike and went home. No major damage to the bike.