i walked out of the front door, proceeded down the walk to pass next to my car, while trying to get some stuff into my pocket, tripped and fell hard. and just like the time that Lorrie knocked me down on the ice, i roadrashed the side of my knee and my hand. though this time i managed to rip 4 holes in a pair of dress pants. so i got up, walked the 20 steps to the apartment and began to clean and dress the wounds. more or less saying: “that's that, i'm done for the night”.