January 23, 2006

I wrote this (shocker) on January 23, 2006 when i was 18.
My parents, to this day, don't allow me to smoke on their property (and we have 10 acres. It's fun stuff).
I forgot to mention that the fair amount of this story takes place in a basically pitch black environment.
Enjoy...



haha wow.
So my brother was leaving tonight and i asked him for a smoke. Hes like, ok, go out the back door and around the motor home and I'll meet you. So I'm like... ok.
So i go in flip flops and take two steps in the grass, and I'm covered in mud.
sweet.
I pull up my pants and keep going. I go up a little hill behind the motor home and run into a pile of bark.
Face plant.
Slivers everywhere, bark everywhere.
sweet.
I get up and keep walking.
Straight into a pole with jagged concrete on the bottom of it.
Big gash on my leg.
Big gash on my foot.
sweet.
Then i lose my flip flop.
I look for it for like ten minutes when finally my brother shows up and helps me find it.
Yep. An awesome little adventure...
But to be honest, I was cracking up the whole time. lol.
sweet.