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I was drunk once and told my friend to push me down the stairs, and damn did she push me. I woke up the next morning with a scab on my chin, one on my hip, and my jaw and fingers were both fucked up so much I couldn't move them. Since I couldn't tell my parents where I had been or what I had been doing I said I had fallen skateboarding. Two weeks later at my graduation the little neighbor girl gives me my gift, a how to skateboard book, and tells me she doesn't want me doing any more faceplants.
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"Asking a bomb squad if an old bomb is still "real" is not the best thing to do if you want to save it." - denim
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