So, my own life isn't that exciting right now BUT when emailing Charlie back the other day I realized I do have a MAJOR update about Jamie. Since I don't think Jamie is going to ever share this story himself (at least not with as much detail as I will) but because I also think you all deserve the chance to laugh at him whenever possible, I've decided to post it here for everyone's amusement. Sorry Jamie.
So, about two/three weeks ago Jamie was up in Avon and I was down in Denver. As the story was later relayed to me, around 4:30pm Jamie decided to fix his bike which broke in transit between Philadelphia and Denver. The broken piece was a small wire connecting the brakes or something. Jamie had wire, but not wire cutter. He decided this would not be a problem as he did have a hatchet and everyone knows hatchets are basically created to cut wire. So Jamie was hatcheting away in the living room of his apartment when, two swings in, the blade bounced off the granite and straight onto his left index finger. It didn't completely cut the finger off, but as Jamie described it, the tip of his finger was "floppy."
Bleeding profusely and, I'm sure, swearing like a sailor, Jamie got in his car to drive to the hospital. However, as he was driving down I-70, due to the shock of the injury and the fact that he's kind of a pussy, Jamie started to pass out. Luckily, he was able to pull over to the shoulder where he had no choice to call 9-1-1. To add insult to injury (ha) the dispatcher sent not only and ambulance, but a fire truck, which proceeded to block an entire lane of I-70. Jamie was humiliated.
Luckily, he got to the hospital (via ambulance, not fire truck) and they stitched the finger back on and everyone lived happily ever after. Oh, except one nurse who Jamie overheard complaining about the jackass with a fire truck on I-70 who made her late for work.
Hope everyone is well :).
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As there is all this slander against my character, I would like to clarify a few points. I was not in my apartment, but hiking through the woods, where I came across a group of school children under attack from a pack of wolves and four mutated black bears. After fending off the wolves (note not killing, as they are dogs and I am not named Vick) I assaulted the bears, using only a hatchet I found nearby. With only one left, it amazingly wrenched the hatchet from my hand and began wielding it violently at the children. Diving in front of the bear's first blow, I deflected the blade with my finger before putting the bear into a sleeper hold, laying it to rest. And well, the rest is history....(which I majored in, so my analysis must be true!)
Anyhow I live down in Denver now, just started up some law school and rugby, all of which is quite glorious. I recommend that you all move here, especially now that the mutated black bears have been pacified. Hope all is well with you folks.
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