the worst thing about having a fucked leg is it opens a door in your personal space bubble. suddenly any number of people feel it is their right, nay, duty to find out what happened to me, how it happened and then share their stories about how much crutches and other general stuff sucks. i just wanted to read the paper last night on my bus home but was instead confronted by a semi-blind ex-marine. i complain, but it was kinda nice, for a bit, and then it just turned into a feel sorry for me whine-o-rama. ugh mate, just leave me in peace.

for those of you who don't know, i (re)fucked my knee at a NOFX concert last week. the assholes we all know and love came out, started rocking The Decline, i went crowd surfing for the first time since i was 15 or 16, got chucked to the back, hopped back into the pit and this dogpile knocked my kneecap (the same one i fucked playing soccer a few years back) out of place. when the dogpile cleared the kneecap was forced back into place in a nice wave of adreneline and shock inducing pain. i hopped my ass out and not wanting to miss the concert slid myself along the back wall listening and watching the show on one of the hanging tvs. this lasted about 20 minutes before i decided that i needed more oxygen and less sweaty air and hopped myself upstairs. silman saw me and turned into dr. eric, racing to get me sorted with ice and general medical knowledge. i shooed him away to continue enjoying the concert when lizzie (punker mexican lizzie - remember her?) saw me and semi-freaked. security was called. a nurse was called. mat was dragged/carried outside unwillingly (i really did want to see the rest of the show, but i've gotta admit, the fresh air did remove that lingering need to puke pretty quickly). then i waited. and waited. and waited. then the disneyland nurse came along and did NOTHING. ugh. well, she said, 'you've had enough to drink, no painkillers for you'.

bitch.

nah, she was actually pretty cool. everyone actually was pretty cool. nofx played the brews. mat waited for a wheelchair to be called. waited and waited and waited. nofx hung up their guitars. mat waited some more. the crowd started to dispurse. security discovered that the wheelchair guy was waiting out back. mat waited. mat was lugged into the chair with foot rests too short and was wheeled out with the crowd. wheelchair guy was too concerned with being a disney security guard and harassing punkers than pay attention to the task at hand and ran my (bad) leg into two walls. jerk. idiot. maybe both.

sils drove me to UCI ER and hooked it up (it's all about knowing the right people). i flirted with my nurses and was injected with some morphine which oddly wasn't fun, nor enjoyable, but slightly painkilling. hrm. crutched out with a script for vics and horse ibuprofin and sent on my way.

now i'm crutch bound.

annoying.