If you’ve ever broken yourself jumping (and it was your own damn fault), what was the one thing about the experience that makes you think twice about being that stupid again?
Was it the constant “I told you so” looks around the bonfire, or the bills, bills, bills when all was said and done? The terrible ER nurse who made you want to end it all? Did your mom tell you she wasn’t mad, just disappointed? Were you as chaste as a priest for the three weeks you couldn’t feel downstairs? Or just the pure ungodly pain?