One of my favorite students here at North is a crazy, punky dude with an Amish beard; he’s always got some kind of death-metal band t-shirt on and he’s funny as he can be. Just now I saw him in the hallway and he had a major limp.
“Dude! What happened to you?” I said.
“I was at a concert on Saturday night and some guy smash-kicked my knee,” he said.
“Oh, man, that had to leave a mark. What concert?”
“Facecage.”
“You didn’t miss the concert, did you?”
“Are you crazy? My girlfriend went to get me some ice and then we went to the emergency room after it was over. I can’t miss a good metal show on account of a busted knee.”
[grin]
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