John Stabb of Government Issue assaulted...

top for today. this sucks.

yeah, it sure fucking does. don't have much else to add.

wtf. where in md does he live?

i tried to post this last night after coming home from the hospital but i guess the stress, bleeding nose & percoset all helped me f' it up. first off i want to thank everyone profusely for caring about the fake g.i. myspace deal & have been too tired to even go online or watch a dvd lately. and now with this assualt biz, i might not get to talking to some of y'all till i get healed up.

anyhoo, i'm about a block away from my place coming home after work & really exhausted. out from the outdor pool area of my condo community pops up 5 enthusiastic (now i'm thinking all hopped up on goofballs!) young hs kids. i pay no mind until one of them comes up to me "hey whassup, hey hey hey". now i'm thinking this might turn into a random assualt & robbing. because they're all around me i can't pay attention to them all & one of them sucker punches me ... last time i felt something hit me this hard was coming home from dc club in '93! his blow knocked my glasses off so i was concerned for my sight because i'm nearsighted as a mofo without my specs. okay, i figured that was it as they were laughing but they all stuck around.

now i knew it was going to be much worse so i pulled out my exact-o-knife i use at work to cut open boxes & drop a line i've always wanted to use on someone in this kind of violent event. with my jaw swelling up & shirt drenched in blood i acted pycho & said "have any of you ever had to beat the shit out of a bunch of dudes in lock-up (lonnnnnnnnng story & maybe you'll read about my brush with the law in my memoirs) so you wouldn't get raped?!!!" someone exclaimed "he's got a knife!" which i'd hoped they'd split quickly but nooooooooooo! the guy who hit me (i think ... or was i hit 3 times at once?) picked up some heavy rock & tossed it at the ground about 5 feet from me & wasn't leaving so i went to the street where a car was coming. there i kind of fell after (either being hit again?) losing my energy.

the young thugs took off when the car stopped in front of me & a kind citizen called the police for me. another guy pulled up & let me call mikastabb at work. by now the emt unit was there asking me about my injuries. and the cops came to question me about: the time it happened, what were they wearing, where did they run off towards, etc. and wouldn't you guess that the same bunch assualted & robbed someone else up the road. at least they didn't get my wallet!

my wife was heading to the hospital once she got the address. i rode off in the rescue squad vehicle to the emergency trauma center. but we got a bit sidetracked by haing to possibly identify 2 guys who i couldn't be sure were part of the thugs ... f'n eyesight of mine! once there will guaze packed up my nose & i answered the proper medical questions & proceded to wait 2 hrs till mika showed up & a doctor was ready to examine me.

i was close to puking up with the blood in my mouth & an empty stomach. the end result: i have fractured nose, cheek bones, 7 two eyes 9my right one is practically sealed up. so your humble beaten-down narrator may have as the pixies song goes "i got a broken face". tomorrow i go to see if i need facial surgery but there could be chance the bones will heal themselves & i won't have surgery. i've got a dental appointment the day after & i can feel a few loose teeth. oh the life of stabb, it's never dull. my baby cat-astrophe is comforting me becauase he knows his poppa is messed up. mika's out getting my percoset, and food i can swallow.

wish the geezer luck that no facial surgery will have to take place. and seriously, never doubt the power of a group of clean-cut kids (not to play the stereotype card but this time they happened to be black teens) if you're walking alone somewhere. and i have my theory they actually live in this condo area so they can hit, rob, and run back to their homes. i doubt these little fuckers will ever get caught & now i've become a statistic in the police files.

Most loving & thankful greetings to everyone. This is mikastabb, hijacking john's account to send out the word that hubby stabb came thru last evening's surgery w/ hardcore colors! Hooray!! ~

(Hey dagsters~just so you know, I'm leaving this same msg. on john's myspace. Just too 'zausted to compose separate announcements, but please know our hearts are full & shining for you all!).

Both j & I place terrific faith in our gut feelings about people, and after many medical missteps last week, we knew that Dr. S. was the right guy for us. We were rewarded yesterday by his clear competence and amiable, intelligent bedside manner; in fact, the entire team & associated staff over at Washington Hosp. Ctr. were just stellar. OF COURSE john pegged one of his pretty prep docs as, erm, in on the killtaker, and yep, turned out she was blushingly thrilled to have the mighty ex-G.I. as a patient. ("I am there!" she promised about the band benefit!). So before the metal plates & braces in & around his mouth shut him up, my honey managed to enthrall a small cadre of divers bright-eyed sweet young thangs in scrubs. Seriously, they were such an attractive, sharp, ambitious, cross-demographic bunch, we felt like extras on "E.R."

They, and all of YOU wonderfully caring folks, have made this potentially scary-awful facial reconstruction surgery damn near a pleasure ... which I realize sounds freakish, but we genuinely feel deeply, deeply blessed by your demonstrations of love these past few days. john mused that "so much good has come out of so much bad." And that's totally true. We feel nurtured and moved, cradled in your collective affection & generosity, and it is tough not to feel abashed by your outpouring.

Thank you, thank you, one and all.

The surgery itself took about 4 hours, though we were there all day. It was great to get that time to let each step of the process sink in. I would've wanted to watch the operation, but I didn't press the idea after I first brought it up last fri. w/ Dr. S. (I love that kind of stuff & also didn't relish leaving john's side. This is the first crisis of our still-nascent marriage, you know! ~an emotional journey, indeed. I must say, I think we're both handling it w/ panache, don'tcha think? ). John is now the proud owner of some 5 or 6 titanium metal plates shoring up his "zygomatic tripod" bones (around the eye orbit) and his upper jaw, both of which had been sliding around; a screw (I think) under his right eye; a wide, leathery splint over his nose, SilenceOfTheLambs-style; and temporary braces readjusting his teeth. The jaw alignment came out "better than expected": so far, they have opted against wiring his jaw shut, although we will reevaluate later this week (and he faces a liquid diet this next month, regardless). He will need to wear clueless-old-guy huge bugeye sunglasses to protect the incision along his right eyebrow, destined to leave a wicked-cool war wound. All in all, a kickass operation.

john will be recovering at Wash. Hosp. (110 Irving St., NW) thru this morning & part of the afternoon, probably. Lessee ... room 2E, 5B. I think the # of the nurses' station in his corridor is 202-877-6251, although I'm going from memory so if that's wrong, the hospital main number is 202-877-7000 and they should be able to direct you. John does have a phone next to him where he can receive calls, and I'm sure he'd welcome hearing from anyone if you'd like to try, but be forewarned that with his bruised, swollen chipmunk face and packed nose, it might end up being like those dropped-call cellphone commercials! (When I snuggled w/ him post-op, most of our communication was via eyerolls & inventive sign language till he was alert enough to handle pen & paper).

You know he's already zipping back to Irrepressible 'cause he's totally jonesing for guacamole. If anyone cares to smuggle in fresh liquified guac, you're guaranteed slobbery stabby kisses once his lips reform to that sex-ay pout we all know & love.

Your adoring fans,
john & mika

Cowardly, very cowardly. I've never heard of this guy or his band but I wish him the best.

from the last Days Of Man On Earth blog:

John Stabb, frontman of Government Issue, was assaulted recently near his home in suburban DC. John’s injuries required surgery that his insurance company apparently doesn’t feel it is responsible for and he needs help.

Looking at the hospital photos of Stabb pisses me off by the way. All the great hallmarks of the US-of-A are at play here. Misdirected gang violence on the street leading to ridiculous medical costs at the hospital leading to insurance companies refusing to pay the bill leading to potential financial ruin for John Stabb. So help him out if you can. Attend one of the benefit shows, arrange a benefit show, donate a few bucks, bid in the Ebay Auction currently in progress…

http://members.aol.com/johnstabbbenefit/

You can read Stabb’s blog on it here...

http://www.daghouse.com/jacopo/viewtopic.php?t=10919

(although I don't see any update past the one above - S)