So, here's the story.

And regardless of the apparent stupidity, it was an easy two bucks at the time, and an interesting capstone to a cool, cool night.

So, last night, around 12:30, John, Noe, Chris and I decided to go to Alexandria. We do this every once in a while: just up and drive 35 miles to the nearest Perkins and Walmart really early in the morning.

So, we went to Walmart and I bought some air freshener, Visine, and some Hot Cocoa mix (which I've been missing, a LOT). I was in there longer than Noe and John were, and when I walked outside, all I saw was Noe, with cigarette in hand, turn around from talking with John and, without a word, jump crotch-first onto one of those big cement security columns they have in front of the doors to prevent crazies from driving their cards through the front of the store.

John fell to the ground laughing, Noe resumed smoking like nothing had happened, and I laughed my ass off with John. They explained that John could jump over one, and Noe had said something to the effect of "That's easy". John challenged him and obviously, all Noe did was rape himself on a big stick o' concrete.

So, this is easy, right? I said, "Noe, that was horrible." John then challenged me to do it. I think I agreed to readily, and then he revised his challenge.

"I'll forgive your 2$ debt if you can jump over ALL of them, with some sort of flow. Not just jump. rest. jump; do it so it looks elegant."

Two bucks to jump over a bunch of concrete? Why the hell wouldn't I?

Well, now I know why.

I made it over the first one easily. Second, third, fourth...they were simple. It must have looked pretty funny, though, a chubby kid with a Walmart bag in hand leap-frogging red poles, because John and Noe started laughing their asses off about half-way across the entryway.

Now, I cannot, as you all know, keep a poker face very well. I was born to smile, it seems, when other people do, and there's not a whole lot I can do about it.

So right before the eighth one I exploded with laughter, and jumped a little crooked because I was giggling so much. I made it over that one alright, but my right leg caught on the 9th and final post, and a spun around it instead of going over it, my left leg landing way to the right of the post on the other side.

I fell over, but my leg didn't really fall with me, it just sort of crunched and popped.

So, I grabbed it and laughed my ass off, lying on the ground, for about three seconds, before the pain and the very odd feeling of having your bones become disjointed pretty much took my breath away.

So, moral of the story is, I have a dislocated, very stiff, and VERY swollen knee, and I am 1$ richer, as I had excellent flow up until the 8th goddamn post. Also, I feel like vomiting from the seven excedrin gel tabs I took. The label says not to exceed two in a 24 hour period...whoops.

We had some really good conversations on the way to and from Alec, though, and a pretty good analysis of religion at Perkins, and I got to vent about some things I really needed to get off my chest.

...All in all, a really interesting night.