The big story that you have been waiting for.

So this story happens last Friday night. My good friends Bakka, Chad, and I where in another town watching Travis do his guitar thing. It was awesome. So, after some time, Bakka goes off and start wondering around, trying to get on, get in, or get around things. He calls me, tells me to look up, he is on the roof, look to my left, he is hanging out of a room. Just normal stuff that Bakka does.

So, Travis is done playing and Chad and I are looking at two dollar pieces of pie (not two dollar joke) and I get this call from Bakka in a hurt voice

"Stephen, come and get me, now.", he says. I know that he is in trouble, the first thing that comes to mind is the police have him cornered and he is hiding, it is not the first time it has happened. I start walking to my car really fast, he calls me three times before I turn the corner and my headlights on my car illuminate my friend laying in the alley. I pull up next to him and he pulls himself in the car with a look of horror from the pain.

"I fell and both my ankles hurt, I need to go to the hospital," he screams threw his teeth from the pain. So not knowing where the Hospital is, the awesome Lord directs me to one. Seriouly, the Lord led me to it, I had no idea where the hospital was, and three blocks from where I pick him up, I drive into the emerengcy room.

So that happened at 8:30, we did not leave the hospital until 12:30 at night. That is pretty much the story, Bakka broke both of his ankles, and today he is haveing surgery. So he parents where on a trip, so I stayed at his house the whole weekend, it was a good time, except for the whole emptying his pee bottle for him.