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Tommy Donbavand <tommydonbavand>

"Author of Scream Street"

	I Hate Steps	356 giorni fa
	That's right: I now officially hate steps - and I don't mean the manufactured boy/girl/whatever-H-was pop band of five or six years ago. No, I hate the concrete going up and down from one level to another kind.Last night started well enough. I popped round to a friend's house and spent a very pleasant hour or so chatting - but then it was time to go home. I stepped out into the dark, icy wasteland that was my friend's front garden and gingerly made my way along the frosty path. All was well until I reached a step down to the gate, and then my feet slid from beneath me.For a split-second, I found I could fly. I lay, horizontal, in the air, gazing up in wonder at the blanket of stars above. Then, gravity - the swine - kicked in. I landed hard on the garden path, the small of my back hitting the edge of the step full on. A bolt of pain shot up and down my back like lightning made of tiny hedgehogs and every molecule of breath was squeezed from my lungs.I remained still for a minute or two, partly so I could gather the courage to try and stand, but also while I pondered just how much surgery would be required to piece my shattered spine back together. They'd surely have to use so many pins that I wouldn't be able to walk past the freezer without being fastened to the door like some life-sized fridge magnet.I eventually scambled back to my feet and inched my way to the car and home, where I spent the entire night in restless agony. Bizarrely - there isn't a single bruise to show as evidence for when I take the weather to court and sue the pants off it. If weather wore pants, that is. And they'd probably be made of clouds and absolutely worthless as compensation.Maybe I should sue the Steps instead...Tommy
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