Two Saturay's ago at the Mother/Son dance at my high school:

You'd think that a mother son dance would be highly civilized, a little awkward, and involve spending as much time talking with friends as possible. While the last two are true, civilized isn't the way things are done around here. No, we go crazy, all out, and if someone gets hurt, we did good.

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It's nearing the end of the night at his event, and all the senior guys (including myself) decide we're going to do the traditional mosh pit to the song Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. It's not a good mosh pit song, but eh.

Somehow, I end up in the middle and I go down. When there's a hundred people pushing from every direction, people can't help but walk over you. I eventually start puking because someone's sitting on my lungs and I can't breath. It's pitch black from the shear number of bodies on top of me. People start to realize I'm dying and clear the way.

I get rushed to the hospital and am taken to the E.R. I get sedated heavily (a great feeling, btw) and am x-rayed. Turns out I separated my shoulder, bruised my entire left rib cage, and sustained head trauma. A week later, I'm still feeling the effects. My ribs hurt so bad, I had to go in for a cat scan Friday to see if my spleen had ruptured. It's all good I guess. That's what ibprofin's for.

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