I really want to elaborate on behalf of my missing kneecap. It's not really missing nor did I lose a chunk of my knee that hasn't regenerated. I just enjoy telling this story. I've broken bones skiing and I've had horrible crashes into trees or over "surprise" cliffs; but I feel like falling off a longboard can be less forgiving than on skies. Snow is soft and the clothing I wear while skiing is more protective than the clothes I wear longboarding which is usually quite minimal.
       Anyway, I was on Front 9 Drive over on the Southridge Greens hill. As I was coming down, I noticed I had a little extra speed than usual. To add onto that, there was sand on the precise spot where I cut right into the cul-de-sac to make the counter-clockwise circle. So I had to make quicker turn than I'd prefer. As I was riding around the cul-de-sac, I was just a few inches off the curb (which is a square curb and not rounded); then, wouldn't you know? more fucking sand directly in my path, right next to a dip into a street drain, and I'm going the speed of light. I looked to see if I could bail but there was no grass before the sand. I jumped off but by the time I jumped, I was in the sand. My board slipped out and it was lights out. I blacked out. I woke up to a ringing noise in my right ear. I was on my face, 10 feet off the street on loose pavement used for golf carts to cross onto the gulf course with. I assessed myself. My right knee had white and red rubbery flesh hanging from it. My right leg practically had road rash from the ankle up to my hip. Both my arms had minor scrapes. Then I noticed blood dripping down my face. I followed the blood trail to its source. It was my ear. My iPod headphone exploded in my right ear which explained the ringing on that side. My face had a deep gash across my right cheek. I looked at my clothes. They were ripped to shreds. My iPod and my phone lied on the ground several feet away. Both were destroyed.
      I tried getting up but I didn't wanna move because my clothes were saturated with my blood and stuck to my wounds. I reached into my left pocket. My cigarettes looked untouched. I pulled one out and smoked it down.

                                                                                                  -BUCKY