Falling Down Islands.

Alright so this is exciting. I love telling my stories.

Lately, I've been walking with a really bad limp (and yes I know, I've gotten all the nick names: gimpy, limp, terry foxy and such) and every time I see someone I haven't already seen in the past 3 days, I have to explain how I got my knee so busted up. It really is an unbelievable/fake-sounding story. Sounds staged, I know. Many a people tell me "No, what really happened?" after I was done.
So here it is, and you may not believe me and think that this story is just exploding out from the deep dark crevices of my twisted creative mind, but I assure you, I have 2 witnesses!!

Saturday night, 9:45 p.m. Me and my 2 best friends go out for a good time. And if you catch my drift, you know what I mean by good time. So anyways I have my bag of our stuff and we're walking around outside, minding our own business not disturbing anyone, and one of my girl's friend texts her and ask her if we could meet up? Of course, we're VERY nice people so we say yes, invite him to hang with us.
So currently, we're in this plaza of Starbucks, Loblaws, Hero Burgers and such and he asks us to meet him in front of the East Side Mario's, which faces the road and the intersection. We're waiting and waiting when he finally texts us back saying 'cross the street and meet me there, sorry, see you soon' Naturally, we did what anyone would do, we crossed the street.
This is where the story's turning point is located.
(just so you know)
Friend 1 (we shall call her) was the most 'alert', so since we were J-walking she decided to run across and get on the other side as quickly as possible. Which, looking back now was a pretty smart thing to do.
Friend 2 (as we shall call her) was the least 'alert' and she was stumbling along, taking her time, giggling and everything. So I decided to walk her across. Half way across she starts singing and making noise and yelling at me, in a joking way, while I'm also trying to find a certain contact in my cell phone. Distracting and stupid. Keep in mind that I was not that 'alert' at this time, and I was trying to manage her, myself, my cell phone, and carry a large bag across a street were not supposed to be crossing.
So I'm walking and walking, when all of a sudden, I'm on the ground, on my stomach. The wind was knocked out of me. My backpack almost flew halfway across the road and there was a sharp pain in my right knee and shoulder.
Friend 2 notices me on the ground and starts laughing so hard she starts to sit down, so I rushed up, despite the pain, grabbed my bag and crossed the street, all while 2 cars are stopped waiting for us to go.
When we get on the other side of the road I start yelling "check the bag! check the bag! oh-no, omg!"
Everything was alright though :)
Except for my knee. There was a giant scrap mark the size of your fist on my knee, it was red, and it was bleeding.
So after that we ended up not meeting with her friend because he never showed and we walked to a public school and meet up with 3 other guys.
When I got home the next day the cut wasn't that bad, but it hurt when it rubbed against the material of my pants. So I bandaged it up with gaze. Another stupid idea. At the time it felt so much better, but it got worse.
Next morning (today) I get up early to take a shower. So I'm just about to jump in, when I remembered I had to take the bandages off because they weren't water proof. So I'm unrolling it and unrolling it and I keep unrolling it, and I don't stop, and when it got to the final strip I pulled it off, quite rough actually, without waiting, and when I did, I took the first layer of my skin with it.

So now I have to wait even longer for my brutal scrap to heal. Until then, I guess you can call me gimpy ;)