I am killer bored. I just finished biking with Matt Wilson...and I hurt myself. Flying down this hill at who knows how fast, my hat flys off my head, so I try to stop and get it right? Well, as I stopped, my back tire hit a patch of sand, skidded, and sent me flying. Nailed the ground on my shoulder, rolled, and then sacrificed my palms to bring myself to a stop. Ripped one of em to shreds, only it didn't break the skin...but very very close. The other one now has a hole in it, and it stung like hell. The likes of which you have never seen before. Gushing blood, I had to bloody up my wristband to stop the bleeding. And from the picture in you're head, it really hurt. Meh, it'll make a sick story to tell people. Muhahahaha, creeping them out with my tales of gore...lol. It hurts to move my shoulder.