Breaking Things

SO. I got into an accident the other day and totally smashed my already-roughed-up electric unicycle. Thankfully all I got was a skinned knee and a wild story to tell at parties. It was honestly so crazy because I was just gliding along when suddenly some cars door just swung open and WHABAM I was a toast on Hollywood Blvd. By the time I struggled out of the middle of the street (a car stopped right before he ran over my face. RIP) and getting over to my unicycle the guy who had whacked me was long gone. I began to brush myself off when all of the sudden some high-schoolers came over asking if I was ok. I assured them I was fine and thanked them for their concern. When out of nowhere one kid says to me: "Can I sleep at your house tonight? I don't wanna go home." Mildly confused at this point I told him I didn't think I could fit another person in my two bedroom apt which was housing six at the time. He nodded and walked off and I looked down to find that the other high-schooler had hand-cuffed me with some fake cuffs. Completely lost at this point I look up at the kid as he chuckled and said "Look, I cuffed a baddie!". I cannot make this stuff up people. Thankfully I made it home after prying my arm away, took a nice long shower and wondered why on earth I thought it was such a good idea to move to Hollyweird. Ah, another day in the life. Just hoping I make it to my show dates alive!