So tonight Ryan, Tristan, Tyler and I go to Tristan's mom's Xmas party, and we end up somewhere completely unexpected. It was fine at first with the normal hors douvres or however the fuck you spell it, and even some hot Balderdash action. For some reason though, just as we're about to leave, we fall into a major conflict with the 3 or 4 youth in the area. Rubber bands were being used as weapons, and when we started getting hit I guess we just started shooting back, but eventually it got pretty damn hectic. These kids didn't play around, one of them was even a fucking blackbelt. Albeit he was 8, but he had a straight shot with those rubberbands (which he had an infinite supply of). All of us suffered from various rubberband -> eye injuries by the end.
Just before we leave though, Tristan stumbles out of the bathroom and can barely speak. He's short of breath and in a lot of pain, so we call 911, and eventually get him to the hospital. One of those punks must have got him in the chest. We figured maybe a bruised or cracked rib, but I think the final assessment was that it was his lung. It's going to either deflate (bad, multiple days in hospital) , or fix itself (just the overnight hospital stint). This is very similar to my old friend Chris when he had his lung collapse maybe a year ago. It's just with being tall and so damn skinny things just don't work out for the lungs.
Post is good enough; till next time.
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