It was so graceful, lemme tell ya'. But yeah, my esteem was hurt more than my back that day. That little black bag of death is my piano bag. In case you don't exactly follow what's happening here...
...my bags were really heavy, so I thought I'd be smart and kick up my piano bag. Well...it hit me in the face. I caught the bag on the rebound, but it was still attached to my ankle, so I did a nifty spin and landed in a pile of backpacks. The end.
So hey. "Most likely to die tripping over a backpack" here. I'm unusually uncoordinated and extremely unlucky. These fantastic qualities get me into all sorts of annoying and embarrassing situations. Enjoy my pain.
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