Rascals don't fair well driving up hills.

So, as of lately, lately being since Spring Break, I've been dealing with an array of injuries revolving around my left foot. The first case being when I somewhat broke my ankle at the DC Plaza in Kettering, Ohio. It sidelined me for about a month, but eventually, to my knowledge at least, made a full recovery. The next incident occurred the following month at work. I stepped off a curb wrong and rolled the same ankle. Fast forward, 2-3 weeks and I'm feeling better. Now, the most recent injury has been brewing for over a month it seems.

Some friends and I took a trip down to Grayson, Kentucky to go cliff jumping(do I sound cool yet?). Being the generous guy I am, I let my friend Steve borrow my shoes. Great idea, right? Come to find out that the rock I stepped on that day introduced me to his friend, Staff Infection. Staff and I aren't that great of roommates. He doesn't appreciate my space. He's living the good life. Nice warm place to live. Free rent. God, he's such a douch bag.

Now I'm stuck with my foot in this contraption which holds an odd resemblence to something Neil Armstrong may have worn. On the other hand, I did get to play S.K.A.T.E. yesterday.