Quote from a Doctor in Utah

"It was just a damfool thing...you should've been killed, and you're lucky you didn't land on your thick skull. I get a whole mess of kids like you every year, and I do mean mess, because every one a you outta be shipped off somewhere that's all padded surfaces and no sharp corners. No respect for yourselfs. What in the hell were you a lookin' for up on that rock anyhow? A clue? I'll give you a clue: stay offit for about eight weeks, and for God's sake don't go monkeyin' around with the cast if you want that thing to set right. See a doctor in eight weeks and he'll hep you get it off. That's a order. Now tomorrow the nurse will see about some crutches for you, although I oughtta confine you to that bed for the rest of your life, or at least castrate you. And don't sell these pills...they're for you, not for your damfool dopesmokin' friends. Alright then."