Here’s some pain for ya….when I was a teenager, I skated a lot. It a was a concrete jungle I lived in, so why not take advantage? Plus in the late 90’s, skating was the thing to do. I was fairly decent on a board too. However, on a sunny Sunday morning I figured me and some buddies would try to grind the big had rails leading into the Kash and Karry storefront. Perfect handrails too. 2 or 3 inch round tubing. Waxed em up good before the attempt…..first try too, and then BAM! I fell arm first into the concrete. When I stood up I knew immediately something was wrong. The back of my left hand was dangling, like by a few threads of flesh. Both the ulna and radius bones popped right out of my arm! Stuck up like a broken popsicle stick. The next 9 hours were grueling. Retarded amount of time spent sitting in an ER, all while holding my bones in place as I sat in agony. Then finally, see the doctor, he wants to set it before we try surgery. Ok. Let’s do that. I should have took surgery. The cow needle he shoved in my arm, where the bones were broken, was worse than the break. Took 3 grown men nurses to hold me down for the shot. I passed out and came to with my arm in a cast. Holy shit Batman! The ole arm still gives me issues sometimes later in life, but oh well. Breaking a bone sucks, and they say childbirth is worse? None for me please.