i hate

smoking then something or someone starts to bother you and it kinda ruins your high a little bit..

 

I hate your sig..I want george parrison, not pedophile beards.

 

like bad beatles puns.

 

Happens to me when I get high and go outside to skteboard infront of my house and anoying 10 year old kids start coming around.

 

I love that sig. It's funny, ahah.

But yeah it sucks when things ruin your high. Like getting arrested.

 

you know what's a good way to ruin a good, drunken night?

breaking your back.

god damnit, now that it's warm all i want to do is run, run, run, but i CAN'T!

 

Or losing your dog and spending like 2 hours finding it in your neighbourhood when its -10 below and a foot of snow.

 

fuck getting arrested, biggest kill ever

 

Yeah getting arrested seems like it would be the worst.

 

my neighbour's dog used to be fucking crazy, it would sprint out of the house any chance it got, rush at the passing cars full speed, and then skid to a stop like 10cm away form the car.
luckily she never got hit, every time I would think this time its over.

 

how's your back doing richie?any better?

i haven't gotten arrested...yet at least lol

 

i still think breaking your back trumps all of those.

 

^
Definitely.

 

as the doctor sort of passed it off, i'm assuming that it's equivalent to a broken rib.

i just don't know how long it's going to take before it actually heals, and before i can actually be physically active again.

it makes me sad because it's finally warm again and i want to start exercising, which is what i wanted to start doing after the weekend it happened.

argh!

 

That totally blows about breaking your back? What exactly did you do to it? And how?

Did you even get any fun opiates?

 

i'll come back to this thread in about 10 minutes to answer those questions.

 

Yeah like getting caught.

I realized I've only cried once when high. It feels good.

 

okay!

so, basically, i got VERY wasted one night, and somebody was taking pictures, and i went to pose with a friend of mine. i put my arm around his neck, and the next thing i know we're falling down.

turns out, this is about to be a very catastrophic thing.

i fall while remaining perfectly straight, and i hit my back (in the middle, b/w my should blades) right on the wooden arm of the futon right behind me.

instantly (regardless of how wasted i am) i realize that this is a very bad thing, and i literally started crying.

however, the next day, i sort of forget about it, pass it off as a regular drunken injury.

when i get back to school, i go to see the on-campus doctor, tell her what's up, and she recommends i go get x-rayed.

so, i go get x-rayed; turns out i have a compressed disc fracture at my T12 & L1 vertabrae (which, "fracture" to me means broken).

she tells me that once she gets the x-ray results, sort of passes it off, tells me not to strain or overdo myself, and that it will heal.

meanwhile, i can't bend backwards, i can't exercise, i can't do anything physically straining. one day i cracked my neck and i lost the feeling in my arms!

and no, b/c i saw an on-campus doctor, and thus only had access to an on-campus pharmacy, i didn't get any fun opiates. i got flexeril. which is so worthless that i think i still have half a prescription bottle worth.

i'm thinking about trading some for some adderall so i can finish up some research/literature papers. emphasis on the plural of "papers."

and that's the story of how i broke my back.

 

That's lame. Hah drinking.

 

i know! it's the worst story ever. i keep thinking about how to spice it up, but it always ends up as "no, it's just stupid."