Explaination in the third person

[nfotxn]

Ok, so the last post was a little.. hazy. Brodie was at an internet kiosk at chapters when Paul informed that "Swordfish" started in 2 minutes.

First, Brodie is OK. Legs totally intact and loins still burning with the last ounces of teenage sexual energy.

Or something.

The story goes like this.

Brodie is going to a rehearsal before a gig Saturday. As Brodie walks towards the bus stop he crosses the entrance to a burger king. Big (somewhat hot) biker stops abruptly, not seeing Brodie is in the way, blocking his desired enterance to said mega-national fast food chain. Girl in aqua-blue late-80's Cadillac (think "Dynasty") stops behind hot biker, hitting him, and as a result sends biker skidding across about 10ft of pavement, breaking his legs (as the ambulance attendant guessed). He was totally in shock, but completely apologetic ("These things happen"). Of course Brodie wasn't actually at fault, pedestrian's right of way and all. In fact, it kinda shook Brodie up to see a big dude like him flung like an el denté limp rag-doll.

That's my story, I'm sticking to it.

Comments

[plaidninja.livejournal.com]

You know brevity is great but there's something to be said for clarity.
:)

Oh well. Being an innocent bystander is better than being part of a shitty accident.

[nfotxn.livejournal.com]

Yeah, being hurt sucks and stuff.

You gonna be at pride?!

Will I be at pride?

[plaidninja.livejournal.com]

With bells on!
And quite eager to party wit youse bearses agin.

[fyve.livejournal.com]

ok, its good that you're alright, but maybe you'll come into some good karma if you go visit the dude in the hospital and bring him some flowers? :)

[nfotxn.livejournal.com]

Yeah, like a fist to the nose.

Besides, I didn't get his name :P

neeto-burrito

[plaidninja.livejournal.com]

Ya know there's a cool photographic symitry when both you and fyve post with those pictures in the same journal.