Here is how my story goes.
Me and my friend were riding our bikes side by side, you know, nothing abnormal. Just then, a bee flew into my friend's eye, and his bike hit a bump. Guess where the bike went? Directally at mine. So, my bike had a spasm andI went flying off of it. There was a hill beside me, so I did a face-plant right into the grass. Sounds great, no? Well, when I looked up, I was pretty scraped up and there was a 3 foot skid mark in the grass where my face landed. Ouch. 2 inches from the skid mark was a pile of dog poop, so I just missed that. We both agreed it was the powers of my Metallica shirt.
Well, when I was riding home my finger began to hurt. Then, I decided to just go to bed, thinking it just got injured or something. Well when I woke up, my finger was puffy and purple. I went to the doctor, and they diagnosed me with a broken finger and taped together my pointer finger and my middle finger, then wrapped my whole hand in bandages. So now I can't write, draw, play drums, game, or anything else.
Hang in there folks, it's only three weeks. I'll be back then! ;3
~Rai
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