The backstory:
So at my guitarist's Knate's parent's house there's a little cottage they built on their property where they were setting us up to stay while we were on tour. I opened up what looked like a back patio door at the end of the apartment so I could go out and see the stars that were beaming through the door's window. I hollered back to tell Brian, my bassist, to come out and check this out while stepping to the side to make room for him. I stepped into nothing and fell 16 feet onto some rock slabs. There was no railing and no lights and apparently no patio. The motion detector light came on as soon as i hit the ground and after gasping for air I looked up at what was just a small platform used as a rinkydink fire escape from which i fell. I rolled to the side checking all of my body parts, making sure thry were still all there. I could move my toes. I could move my neck. But my right arm was limp. Pretty lame. There's the story.
