I was visiting the big city and met my good friend for dinner. The first thing I noticed was what looked like road rash on the side of his face. Part of the marks looked remarkably like a Nike swoosh, almost perfectly covering his left cheek. I asked him what happened, did he fall off his bike or something? He laughed and told me no that's not what happened but that's what he tells everybody. He asked me if I could make out the swoosh. I said yeah I could and he said well that's what it is, it's from the sole of a flip flop a guy was wearing as he stepped on his face long enough to leave the imprint before stepping off twisting his foot. The other marks were from a few other guys stepping on him and he had other minor black and blue marks on the rest of his body from a few kicks and stomps that had now faded after a week. He told me he thought about me while it was happening and it's why he invited me to dinner and to join him that night as he was going back to the party.

We grabbed a nice quiet corner table and he told me about a weekly after bar party at a local bathhouse that had gotten so popular and wild he had to go back. Being trampled wasn't really his thing, he was there for other activities. A place full of nude bathhouse guys was just the place he wanted to be. He was drunk like most of the crowd there. Most guys were barefoot but there were quite a few flip flops and a couple of sneakers. The place had several rooms but the crowd seemed to favor a play area near the back with the entire floor consisting of a wrestling mat or something like it. He laughed describing it because he said most of the time you couldn't tell if you were walking on the mat or stepping on a body, everthing felt squishy underfoot. The lighting was sometimes pretty bad so you just had to make your way around and couldn't help but step on body parts. He apologized the first few times he knew he had stepped on someone but everyone blew it off as no big deal and he soon stopped apologizing and just enjoyed himself. At some point he somehow found himself at the mercy of the crowd laying on the mat on the floor and getting trampled and kicked for several minutes, including the big Nike flip flop wearing guy who stepped on him leaving his mark. My friend noticed the guy was so into having fun he totally ignored my friend on the floor and stepped right on his face, standing there. He ignored my friend tapping his leg to step off, he was too involved to pay attention and probably never knew he was stepping on my friends face as he probably had stepped on several others that night.

He told me I should have a great time and let's go. It's later tonight. I thanked him for thinking of me and told him I'm definitely in. He said well if you wanna get trampled be prepared for the trampling of your life at this thing. If you get into trouble under all those feet I'll be your wingman. 

We finished up and got ready to head to the place. My heart was pounding with excitment and anticipation!