My Lifesaver Did This

Over the past few days I have realised that Ryan is the only friend I have that would save my life. Not taking anything from you other kids but in all out honesty not one of you would put your lifes at risk for anyone but yourselves or your immediate family. After the bronk I have finally made my way back to the court. Not a great practice but not a bad one but then I found the sudden urge to fucking steal the ball anytime somebody was fucking playing weak. I pressured the kid and he fucking comes back at me with a big ass elbow. I continue to play knowing that something isnt right but I didn't care. He stops playing and says "are we still playing?" Well, im bleeding gallons of blood everywhere and It really didnt hurt until I found my way into the trainers room. I got ahold of my dad and we made our way right down the street to Amherst E.R.

The secont part of my journey had a jewish doctor who was fucking amazing. He told me my life was way to stressed and I needed to calm down. He started on the procedures and goes to me half way throught that he lost count of how many stiches he put in, that bad. He ended it and recomended if I didnt like what he did go to a plastic surgeon. Looking at these pics I look like somebody on Nip Tuck. The surgery was the coolest feeling ever though. Just think your lip being numb and cold metal sliding through it. The gash in it was about 3cm and it went all the way through. He told me if R.C hit me any harder i would have lost a section of my lip. Well, read the comments in the other entry and thanks for looking at this ugly face. Maybe I do need that plastic surgeon.


Cotton McKnight: In 23 years of broadcasting I thought I'd seen it all, folks. But it looks like Peter La Fleur has actually blindfolded himself.
Pepper Brooks: He will not be able to see very well, Cotton.
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