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There Are Days, and There Are Days. June 17, 2007

Posted by misterbuckets in Nonfiction.
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I decided to jump into Lake Michigan last night. I lept from a three to four foot tall iron platform only to realize that the water is roughly one foot deep. My foot was the body part that took most of the grunt. I thought it would be okay, so I walked home on it.

Now it is swollen and when I put the slightest weight on it, I get sick to my stomach. I figured this out by standing on it first thing. I then drug myself to the bathroom and puked.

I am now waiting on my neighbors to wake up so they can drive to the hospital.

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