international nut of pastry - I think this lines mostly filler.

This story takes place around Halloween in 2003, the setting was my garage, some old couches, my TV and PS2, plenty of booze and some friends. I won't start at the beginning of the night, but jump in right around when the injury happened.

It was a common occurrence for me and Taylor go on for drunken walks around my neighbourhood. Actually, it was more of a tradition. Anyway, we'd been watching and laughing at many "scary" movies and having a great time, when Taylor, Rob and me decided to go for a walk. Three large drunk guys walking loudly around the streets probably made a few people locks their doors.

We eventually came to a major road near me, that has a retaining wall on both sides, that starts off small but eventually gets quite tall. We'd followed a footpath along this road until it ended at a lane way. Burto and Taylor stood at the end of this path waiting for me to catch up, and I had assumed we were going to cross the road.

We weren't.

We were actually about 1-to-1.5m above the road at that point, and I took a step off the retaining wall like it was a normal gutter.

I landed on my left leg hard enough for it to collapse under me, and I laid on the ground for only a few moments when Taylor landed on top of me. He had also taken the long step off the wall.

Now, my injury was nothing serious... Some grazed skin and ego and every so often my left hip will hurt enough for me to lip slightly as it's some what painful to walk. And Taylor's injuries? None. The bastard landed on me, so he felt no paint at all.

After this happened, and we'd rolled out of the way of oncoming traffic we walked (well, I limped) back home and we had many more drinks and laughed about it until early hours of the morning.