After the tournament my fateful sidekick Jeremiah and I walked over to the Mirage to pick up my whip, don't ask me why I valeted at the Mirage. Once at the valet desk I was fishing for my ticket when something cracked me across the head. I staggered but remained on my feet and when I looked over to where Jeremiah was standing, he was lying on his back.
I went golfing earlier in the day with the montley crue of Gavin Smith, Peter "Nordberg" Feldman, Andy Bloch, Chris "Jesus" Ferguson, and oddly enough Fatality1. Yeah the gamer kid. On the course we were met with the some of the most fierce winds I have ever encountered. Had I the choice I would have stayed home in bed today. But it wasnt windy when I left the house.
Looking over to Jeremiah lying on his back, I put the pieces together. Something had hit us in the head! The strong winds had knocked a piece of the ceiling/roof/facade off and it had landed on Miah's head! Basically it made a touchdown on his melon, broke, then broadsided my head.
I took it like a man and stayed upright while Miah went down faster than a strip hooker.
swollen ear
The latest update from Jeremiah was that he was wear a collar, getting a cat scan, and sitting next to a gangrene farmer at the local clinic. I have 10% of his settlement.
JDN
