| damn it was freaking nice in the city yesterday, the first nice day of the year. almost forgot how nice it is to just walk around and enjoy the day instead of running around for really no good reason in the middle of the night. well maybe for two good reasons but it was nice to take a break. after fucking up my shoulder ridiculously bad, i'm looking forward to strolling across the park when its nice and green and lazy.
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| ate food. not too much. mostly vegetables.
broke arm. had surgery.
hit jump. dislocated shoulder.
was sick. couldn't get out of bed for a week.
the answers to all your questions.k now stfu. :P
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| holy crap. i guess death doesn't scare you till it happens. two days after i dislocated my shoulder, someone died on the same jump at breckenridge. even having flown over 25 feet and dropping over 15 and hearing my shoulder pop like a ballon, i was filled with disgust for not clearing the jump. after my shoulder was popped back in and the pain became tolerable, my first thought was "shit i gotta hit it again and bigger" not "shit i'm glad i'm not dead." the funny thing is i still think "next time in breck, i'll go bigger, only i'll multiply the difficulty threefold by adding a 360 degree rotation" and i bet the 33 year old podiatrist from kansas would have thought the same thing. hopefully he died doing what he loved most. and most importantly as the voice in the back of my mind always says, when he died, "at least he wasn't a pussy."
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| DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
to my parents who will never read this. i hope some day i can show you how grateful i am to you today.
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