Last night at the private Anthem Skatepark lets-test-out-the-new-renovations session I slammed off of the corner of their east bank (lower case it’s nothing special it is just the only way I know how to describe it) onto literally the only fucking step in the park. It’s just one simple step up to get you onto ground floor and my lower back met the edge of it. Lol, oh the humanity. I’d say it was about a 6 foot fall directly into Hell and from the expression on the Archangel Noah’s face when he said “I’ll get you some holy water” told me it was pretty horrific. He didn’t say that but I wish he had because I sure needed a laugh. Anyway, when a twenty something angel offers to get you a water, quickly, as in this is just a step away from calling 911 because after that there’s nothing else we can do, shit is bad. I prayed the rosary and then asked my friends to look at my back. They said it was fine. Just some road rash. It was not fine. I felt like I had shredded every muscle in that spot. I have three weird abrasions on my left arm that I can’t even account for. After 15 minutes of pretending I was going to skate again I finally said I had to put some ice on it and I walked home. The whole way home I kept saying to myself, IF I MAKE IT THROUGH THIS WITHOUT ANY MOBILITY ISSUES I WILL LIVE A RIGHTEOUS LIFE. Anyway, after some ice and a lot of ibuprofen and Delta 8 I feel somewhat better. I feel like I’ll be out of commission for at least two weeks. That sucks. I hope the PTSD isn’t too bad, I mean later on when I decide to skate again. Lol.