DNT TXT N WLK

People always warn to not text and drive, but perhaps the warning should be to not text and walk. It was a Friday night and my friends and I decided to be overachievers in the drinking department. It started early with a few drinks at the bar then we headed to a friend's bonfire. Along with the numbing affects of alcohol came a giant cloud of rain, that swallowed the fire and persuaded us to run to our next destination. We made our way down the block through a maze of apartments to our friend Brian's house. All the while I was on my phone talking, texting and messing with every application possible. I suppose i was getting ready to hit the send button when my forehead collided with the steel staircase to the apartment building. I fell back in agony. The next 45 minutes or so have been completely wiped from my memory. The next day my attire consisted of an icepak headband and a bandaid on the bridge of my nose. I still feel like an ass.