A little history:
Friday, I had a party. I had a few people over and posted about it on AT. There was this car was flying around my neighborhood on Friday night. These two girls were flooring it through stop signs, through a neighborhood that has kids that usually play football in the street, etc. Friday, the cops were called twice when these girls went flying around. They must have been tweaking or something because they were honking their horn, flailing their arms out the window and crap. The cops come roaring out of the police station (yes, they sit in the office until they get a call :|) and go zooming around the neighborhood but they didn't find the girls either time. Weird.
That night, my hick buddy Matt comes over with his hick cousin. They're awesome. Matt trains at the Akai Ki (sp?) club downtown. It's an underground martial arts club. Later that night, when the party was over, he and I decided that we would go a few rounds in the front yard. He's taller and heavier than I am, but he's also faster. Figure that one out. We both landed a few good shots on eachother, but he was fast enough to land a knee to my right side, in the ribs. I didn't tighten up in time and he was too close to block. *BAM* a bruised rib. Over the next few days it got worse and worse. Now I'm having trouble bending over or reaching up to get things. It hurts like a motherfvcker.
Fast forward to today
I went out to check the mail just now. This same stupid car from Friday night comes out of nowhere again, zooming around the corner (only one girl this time). I was standing in the street just off the curb checking the mailbox. What do I do? I run straight for my yard trying to get off the road so they don't run me over. What did I forget? that I was standing in front of my mailbox. *BAM* mailbox RIGHT to the fvcking goddamn rib. The same rib.
>_<
:|
god I'm going to fvcking die from the pain
Friday, I had a party. I had a few people over and posted about it on AT. There was this car was flying around my neighborhood on Friday night. These two girls were flooring it through stop signs, through a neighborhood that has kids that usually play football in the street, etc. Friday, the cops were called twice when these girls went flying around. They must have been tweaking or something because they were honking their horn, flailing their arms out the window and crap. The cops come roaring out of the police station (yes, they sit in the office until they get a call :|) and go zooming around the neighborhood but they didn't find the girls either time. Weird.
That night, my hick buddy Matt comes over with his hick cousin. They're awesome. Matt trains at the Akai Ki (sp?) club downtown. It's an underground martial arts club. Later that night, when the party was over, he and I decided that we would go a few rounds in the front yard. He's taller and heavier than I am, but he's also faster. Figure that one out. We both landed a few good shots on eachother, but he was fast enough to land a knee to my right side, in the ribs. I didn't tighten up in time and he was too close to block. *BAM* a bruised rib. Over the next few days it got worse and worse. Now I'm having trouble bending over or reaching up to get things. It hurts like a motherfvcker.
Fast forward to today
I went out to check the mail just now. This same stupid car from Friday night comes out of nowhere again, zooming around the corner (only one girl this time). I was standing in the street just off the curb checking the mailbox. What do I do? I run straight for my yard trying to get off the road so they don't run me over. What did I forget? that I was standing in front of my mailbox. *BAM* mailbox RIGHT to the fvcking goddamn rib. The same rib.
>_<
:|
god I'm going to fvcking die from the pain
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