RedShoe

When I was much younger, I used to frequnt a little night club that had loud bands. People would always mosh to the great sounds. (back in the late 80's) When real punk bands still existed.


Well this night club owner (who was paranoid that someone would get hurt and sue him) decided to stop the moshing. He had placed benches all around the pit area. Not in the pit which would have stopped the moshing but just on the perimiter.

As I was heading to the bar for a drink, I slipped on someone's either puke, or spilled drink. I slipped sideways.

I fell onto the right side of my body on the bench. It would be the equivelant of standing, raising your right arm up, and having someone crack you in the ribs with a baseball bat. That's what it felt like. I broke a couple of ribs that night from that fall.

That was the worst pain I had ever had up until that point. There isn' much you can do for cracked ribs. And every breath, every yawn, every sneeze, feels like you're being stabbed in the chest. IT SUCKS!!

(for the ladies... ) I'd rather give child birth than to have busted ribs.

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