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yesterday was cool as fuck for the most part...me, brian, kim, jessica, and janet went out to oakland to see civil war rust and dot commies, and of course get free vodka...civil war rust brought 8 gallons of vodka and they were just passing out water bottles full of vodka to everyone. so we were all chillin gettin fucked up and stuff....then i found out that motherfucking plan 9 was playing!! they werent on any flyers or anything, i guess it was a secret. so needless to say i was hella fucking exited, and proceeded to to fall off the stage while singing night of the living dead with them....this fall fucked my shoulder up so bad that it fucking hurts to breathe or move in any way...i want to go to the hospital but my mom wont take me because i got taken off the insurance..thats fucked up...so im pretty sure my shoulder is broken, or something is horrably wrong with it, and i just have to sit here with ice on it and take it like a savage. god damn why do i always gotta fuck myself up like this??