Learning Fall

I walked over to Chad and he wasn't moving. He was laid out like a man in a casket, so at peace. I had to disturb him, to see if he was still alive, so I kicked him. Yesss, I kicked him. He moaned and I knew he was going to make it. I dragged the metal gate off of him, which felt like I was pulling a car with flat tires. After I freed him I yelled at him to get his fat ass up.

Then I heard Jonny Angel. "Call 911, call 911. Somebody." He had wussed out over a little blood. That's when I noticed Jar Boy. His blood was all over. It covered him like 64ozs of spilled Red Mountain Dew. He was moving and I realized we had to get out of there before the cops and ambulance showed up or our collective Asses were grass.

"Lets go, we got to get the hell out of here before Angel gets back with the cops."

We all got up and walked to our bikes like old men trying to reach the bathroom before they crap their pants. Not very pretty, but we made it. Steve and I barely had a scratch on us and we helped Chad and Jar Boy get to safety like outlaws did in the old west when escaping from a bank robbery gone bad. Riding home we were swerving like drunks, barely able to keep our balance on the bikes. We looked like hell on the outside and hoped that we would not forget what had happened.