Saturday, March 20, 2010

curbdiving


Bamm!!! It happened so fast I couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Storm drain headed for my face, I’m putting my arm up to keep from knocking my TEETH out! With all the force of Julius Peppers hitting me while I wasn’t watching, I slammed my body against the curbside after getting my boot caught on the silk fence, in almost a diving type manner. More than anything, it hurt my feelings. I can’t be THAT damn ignunt can I? Apparently so. I was stunned, traumatized really. First, I checked my arm. I was sure it was broken, but I wiggled my fingers and there was no pain. If I had landed on the corner of the storm drain cover it would’a been a clean break, no doubt. It was SHARP! Luckily, I landed on the flat metal top. I was sore immediately though. I hurt all over, even though my arm and chest took the brunt of the impact. I felt like I’d been hit by a car. I had some soapy water on hand and cleaned it immediately. It happened just before quittin’ time, and Jack’s house was just down the street. We had recording scheduled and I made it on time but a little worse for the wear. “I need some liquor” were my first words outta my mouf. After a couple of Advil, I had a beer or two, then a few margaritas, a glass of wine…after a while it didn’t hurt to bad. Looks like hell though!
Thanks Jack for the photo!

8 comments:

James said...

A little "Worse for the Wear" is not necessarily a bad thing.

Anonymous said...

That's still better than the Colonoscopy photo....

Anonymous said...

C'mon you're an Olympian, that comes with the territory. Just a flesh wound. Get back in there and perform.

Anonymous said...

Just read that Iggy Pop will stop stagediving. Nice of you to start curbdiving! Sweet !
Gerben

Anonymous said...

Rock Star;

From "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" comes one of my favorite movie lines:

"Stop being a baby; get on the pile"

FB

goldman said...

TA, you are getting to the age that you have to be more careful when walking...maybe a cane would help.

jeff said...

Take it from the original Olympic Ass-Kicker: rub some dirt in it, you wuss, and get back in the game.

Did you fall because your unicorn became disoriented and tipped over? Now, that I'd have paid to see.

SILT fence...not "silk" fence.

TA said...

I knew it was SILT fence, I was just to LAZY to change it...and most folks don't know the damn diff anyhoo...