Dude Stabbed me in the neck

I am excited to be joining all of my friends here in the land of Blog.
Today, to start with I would like to remind you of a fun story about my dear relative whom I call brother.
Once upon a time in the land of Troutdale Bother Kevin was Stabbed in a bar fight. He died twice in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. (Let's just say he leads a life of riotous living.) After sugery some staples and many doses of morphine he was just fine. His best Friend arrived at the hospital shortly after I did. His red hair blazed into the room and in a rare form of languge I like to call "dude" James said:
J: Kevin? What happen man?
K: Dude stabbed me in the neck.( dopped up dude)
J: Why'd he do tha? (cring dude)
K: Guess I was talkin' out my neck so he shu in fer me.
J: Well he didn't have to stab you in the neck.

I then excused myself. Because I could see that outward laughter would not be seen as acceptable at that moment.

UPDATE
This week I talked to my mother and the moron has been shot! Oh no worries he's fine but I sometimes wonder what it is the drives him to live his life in a maner that is so unsaticfying.
K:Dude shot me in the leg
Me: Why'd he do tha?
K: Guess I was runnin' too fast so he had to take me down.
Me: Well He didn't have to shoot you int he leg. He could have just stabbed you in the leg.