  i had a really good hangover yesterday and so i decided to get some sleep and mike and jimmy were going to go to my cousins house for a while. well mike told me he'd be back at 6: 30 and we would get ready and go to the drive in. well jimmy comes and barge's into my room at like 6: 00 and screams "  DONT FREAK OUT OK"  by about that time i realized mike wasnt with him and something had to be wrong with him.  so anyways jimmy tells me that on the way back mike hit a wash away thing in the road and flew over his handel bars,  hit the guard rail , wich tore out a chunk of his leg,  and then he flew into some rocks on the other side of the rail.
i was like omg where is he. where is my baby. jimmy then tells me that he is at the e. r.  and they were going to take care of it! all's i could think about was i needed to find a way there. so we called mike's mom and me jimmy mike's mom and brother headed up to the e. r.  of course i was still freaking out.
by the time we got there he was in room 4 laying there making joke's. and by this time i was thanking god that he didnt hit something else,  like his head or something ( perverts lol) because there is always that posibility that if he hit something else he could have bled to death. i was so worried,  i've already felt what it feels like to loose someone you love and i couldnt handle loosing another one. but he was ok and thats all that matters. god he's brave. i would have passed out if it was me lol. i love you mike.
