
So, the other day I really messed up my back. I didn’t do it, as one would suppose, doing any of the many extreme sports I participate in. Nor did this injury occur during one of my many feats-of-strength moves: opening difficult jar lids, taking out the recycling, refilling and then reinstalling the water cooler bottle at work. No friends, this horrendous malady struck while I was having a picnic.
There we were (Jesse, Zack, and I), just enjoying a bromantic sunset at the bluffs when a shooting pain struck the ...