so... a long long time ago, 2 of my best friends lived less than half a mile from my house. their names are joshua and jeremy... one summer in our middle school years we hung out a lot... we would ride bikes to each others house... we would sit at my dining room table eat pizza and start cracking up about absolutely nothing... we would go to the Horse Barn and feed Josh and Jeremy's goats... take them on walks and feed them apples... we had pool in our back yard (one of those classy above ground pools)... one day we were swimming in it... and all of the sudden the liner broke and we had ourselves a serious flash flood... over an estimated 5000 gallons of water... gone in minutes... classic!
one week from that summer has become quite the legend... just about every day that particular week we hung out... we had a long standing game of monopoly we were determined to actually finish out (it's seriously took us all week to finish)... i still have my reservations about how they won... but i think they were in cahoots... either that or they stole money from the bank...
I was introduced to rice that week... i had never had it outside of rice crispies... i don't know how i made it so many years without having rice... anyway...
So one day in this particular week we decided that we were going to go fishing off of my family's point... but first we had to look for worms...
a few years before our old neighbors, The Borens, who had become missionaries a few years earlier, had placed some very large chunks of petrified wood on our front yard around our trees, for us to ummm "babysit" till they got back from their mission... to the untrained eye, one would think these were beautiful hugemongous (it's a word, trust me) rocks... but these were no rocks, my friends... i would think at one time (probably when dragons roamed the earth) they would have been considered to be good sized logs... but over centuries they had crystalized and they were beautiful and sparkly, unlike anything you'd find in Indiana... they were from some exotic land that missionaries go to spread the good news (arizona, I think)...
anyway back to the worms... we were in need of some fishing bait... so we decided to look under a chunk of petrified log that was sitting next to the tree in my front yard... all three of us had a hand on lifting this beast of a log up... then suddenly something happened... joshua and jeremy "unintentionally" lifted their hands up at the same time... and i was unaware of this... apparently that day must have skipped my Flintstone, so i didn't have much strength... and the rock (aka petrified wood/log) came crashing down against the tree it was next to... but before it hit the tree it grabbed my pinky on the way down... smashing pinky between a rock and a hard place... my pinky bled... yellow guts came out... it swelled up to the size of my thumb and it hurt like a friggin mac truck ran over it... now i live with a deformed pinky... but that's the price for some character...
also that week 2 other events happened... the night the I was introduced to rice, Joshua was cutting an apple and sliced his finger open... another day that week we were on my trampoline playing "trampoline basketball" (aka the only way this white boy will ever be able to dunk a basketball) and Jeremy busted his head on the rim of the goal... he started bleeding and I ran inside as fast as i could to tell my mom, after i ran all that way... I was out of breath and all that got out was " BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! " and then i pointed my finger outside to which my mother ran....
thus coining the 7 days as the now legendary "blood week"
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