Spring 2010: Driving along A1A in the sleeper, bullshitting about something I cannot remember, I looked over just in time to watch this dude jump from the second floor of Beachplace (which is really a third floor height). I looked over just in time to watch his painful landing. Dude tried to get up…. and couldn’t. Why couldn’t he? Not because he was drunk (or not JUST because he was drunk), but because his leg was, in fact, broken.
How do I know it was broken? Because it was dangling. Fucking swinging back and forth. From fucking mid-shin. And the dude TRIED TO GET UP! That is a whole new level of drunkedness/stupid.
Somehow this dude had nough adrenalin to get up and hop, on one leg, across A1A and right over the wall right into the sand. With his broken leg flopping about. That’s a bad trip right there.