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Dunno how well that happens to be during the summer for myself. Between work, work, and more work there is really no time to do anything. Not even take a break to help myself out with much of nothing.

The only real thing accomplished this summer was something that no one ever looks forward to. "What in the hell are you talking about?" OK. Not a big event, but something that messed me up nonetheless. Let me relive this horrible occassion for everyone. But please, allow me to give a brief synopsis of the setting... just to inform everyone.

Memorial day weekend. Saturday night to be precise (Memorial day was a Monday, for anyone not able to remember). Headed to Portland with some friends to celebrate some birthdays for two very attractive ladies. Yeah, hard to believe in my position.
Anyway. A group of us were hanging out in Belmont area playing hackysack and drinking Gin-n-Tonics / Vodka RedBulls before the birthday party really got kicked off. A couple of hours later, I was already feeling the buzz. Head was swimming with thoughts of a good-time had, not even pondering leaving the area. Then, in the midst of playing some cardgames and telling stories of times past (yea, I really am boring), some people came by and invited us all to a happenin' party a couple of blocks away. Well, no one was really condition to drive, so we got a ride in a "party bus". One that we could legally drink in while moving around town.

Everyone was really crammed into this thing. Moving in and out of traffic, we made it to the party in record time. The party was already bursting at the seams, so an extra 12 people was not really adding to much of the 3 floor rager (even though I loath that term). Working my way through the crowd was fun. Drinking out of the endless keg supply was a chore... like a fish, being a general alchy.

The night gets fuzzy from here. I ended up grabbing a lot of ass. Literally, like the Sublime song says, "...pinchin' girlies asses I was drinkin' recklessly." The next thing I knew, a couple of us guys were being dumb asses and jumping from the roof of the house to the neighbor's place. Umm, made it a couple of times. But the last shot was not good. I managed to jump too far back and hit the outside wall of the house. Dumbass. My arm dragged across the roof and was unable to catch ahold of anything. The next thing I knew, 8 hours later, I was waking up in OHSU Trauma Unit (Oregon Health Science University).

With a loud groan, I grabbed my crotch. A freakin' cathader the size of a pen was shoved up into my urethera. Definately not comfortable. IVs were coming out of either arm. One for blood, the other for water. I had a neck brace on, and my body was cut up very badly. I pressed the "nurse call" button and awaited, impatiently, for them to arrive. Actually, I kept pressing it to annoy them (not really a good thing to do). The nurse came in and let me know that I had fallen from the roof of a second story house. Upon landing on my neck, onto concrete, I was completely knocked out. An ambulance was called, and they hauled my ass away. The party was not broken up, everyone was of age... I was just being a dumbass and not taking care of myself.

After waiting for two hours or so, the doctor came by and checked me out. He was saying that the fall, if not done while under the influence of alcohol, should have killed me. They did a couple of tests on me to check motor skills and coordination. Within a few hours of being released, the morphine started to wear off.

Went to sleep with a tad-bit of pain. Woke up in the morning, and pain shot through my whole back. It took about 15 minutes for me to roll out of bed. This kicked off my week-long stint of doctors appointments. Oh what fun. CT Scans, MRIs, X-Rays and physical therapy insued over the next month and a half. No damage found. Other than finding out that I have a tumor on my L2 vertebrae, not anything big to report. Doctor said that it is now required for me to get an MRI every 9 months or so. Joyfulness!

Well, it has now been a couple of months since the accident of stupidity. No riding all summer long pissed me off. Really pissed me off. Nothing like having all of your buddies head up to the hill on bluebird summer days to Hood. Danm my luck. I hate myself sometimes.

Life is a learning experience... and this one was going to be remembered for certain.