soulchaser

I don't know about you but sometimes I am overcome with a powerful desire to do things which at least are bloody stupid and at times border on the insane. It is useless to try and ignore these devilish urges, and anyway, it's always far more interesting to unquestioningly carry out their demands.

And so it was Monday morning, after ripping may hands to shreds first by hauling buckets of gravel up to the second floor with the famous pully, and second by punching rocks in an attempt to smash them up with a hammer that simply refused to remain in it's useful form, I found myself staring up at the second floor and the pully device that was feeding it.

Is there need to say anymore? I stepped one foot into the bucket and began pulling myself up. Unfortunately, after two or three mighty tugs, my centre of balance evidently left the area immediately above the bucket, for with the next pull I hauled my foot out from underneath me, sending me toppling backwards while my foot was flying upwards. I made a desperate grasp for the rope to catch myself but I only succeeded in grabbing the wrong rope, and by pulling on it yanked my foot up even harder and so flew backwards and downwards with such force that when I landed on the unforgiving concrete below (on my head and right shoulder) I dislocated and fractured my Clavical.

Clever, eh?

Check soon for the full story, including a feature on Dr. Frankenstein's relocation to Riobamba, Ecuador.