My Ball & Chain

For Spring Break, I went to Montreal with Brian and Dan to stay with Jeremy at some place he was renting from an Irish professor. The first night I lost my brand new camera which had been gifted to me by my parents earlier this Christmas, but didn’t get to me until this month. I really only had the camera for a week before it fell out of my possession at some shitty teenage dance club.

The following night, after the Go-Go Lounge let out, I scaled the window pain out front and attempted to swing from the awning covering the entrance of the club. I remember grabbing the first cross bar with one hand but failing to get a grip with the other. I went down hard on the pavement. The ground must’ve been at least 6ft. below my feet when I fell because apparently I kicked a bouncer in the face while making the leap from the window to the awning. Brian, Dan, and Jeremy carried me back to Jeremy’s where I played witness to some dramatic pandemonium between some crazy slutty French Canadian chick named Virginie, and her marginally closeted dude friend. I went to sleep before it was over.

When I woke up the next morning, I noticed some unfavorable swelling and coloration around my left ankle. I laid off it for the rest of the weekend and stayed home watching satisfactory to execrable DVDs while everyone else went out. I initially diagnosed my condition as a sprained ankle and intended to lay off it for about two weeks until the swelling went down and then proceed with my life. However, under my mother’s insistence, I went to a doctor in Lebanon who referred me to an x-ray technician, whose photos revealed a minor fracture towards the bottom of my left tibia.

It’s hard to say when I’ll be back to my old itinerant self, but bear in mind that due to my loss in digital camera and ability to walk, there will be a noticeable slump in posts. Sorry.