So, yesterday a friend [Rissa] and I decided, "Hey! Let's not be lazy and bike to the video rental store instead of driving there! Awesome! Yay for bikes!"

A block and a half later we found out that Rissa's brakes don't work. She went down onto the asphalt, sort of flipping over her bike. I stopped to see if she was fine. She was.. until she pulled the brake handle [the one that's on the handle bars] out of her thigh, then she started screaming. A really nice ol' lady came over to help. I talked Rissa into getting out of the street and then I ran back to get her dad [he wasn't answering his phone]. Then we drove back to get her.

They left me there to take care of the bikes while they went to the
hospital.

...and it was when I got back to their place that I managed to hurt myself. I was putting the kickstand up on the bike I borrowed and felt a li'l prick in my leg. At first I didn't pay attention to it, but when I passed the downstairs bathroom I noticed there was a lot of blood going down my leg. "Sonuvabitch... Talk about my lucky day..." I cleaned it out and bandaged it up before going to clean the bikes off. It was then that I saw the blood on a piece of the brake on the borrowed bike and realized that's what when in me. It was about 1-1.5 millimeters thick and about an inch went in.

How's everyone else's week goin'?