One November night we sat the Boob's apartment, as we usually did at these times. There were four of us: The Boob, Kin, me and Adam. Adam was the Boob's one and only real friend in Las Vegas. A mormon boy about five years his junior, they met while working together at Target. They discovered they had a common interest in playing video games, watching anime and generally being lazy fucks. So there we were, the four of us, playing video games.

One of the only perks about being in the presence of the Boob was that he did have a lot of video games. And video games were always a nice diversion from this hell we called "life." As such, the four of us would spend some time battling it out at four player, team-based games. It was always Adam and the Boob versus me and Kin. We wouldn't have it any other way. On this occassion we played a little game called Power Stone 2. Despite the Boob's hard-practiced skill at playing video games extremely well, I was better.

The Boob sat on one of his folding chairs that looks cheap enough to be used for out in the lawn, but is actually meant to be used indoors. The rest of us sat on that air mattress the Boob substituted for a couch. We played for some time. Kin and I drank a little, as we usually did, and had some fun kicking their asses time and time again. The Boob downed glass after glass of cheap ginger-ale or rootbear or Code-Red or whatever the hell he was into that day. Eventually, his bladder gave in and nature called.

Upon his return, he slowly made his way across the living room and back to his chair... But as he was about to sit down, Adam quickly pulled the chair out from under him as a practical joke and his entire mass came crashing down to the floor with a loud thud. The rest of us burst into laughter as the Boob began to writhe in mock agony, crying bloody murder.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGH! OH MY GOD! ARGH!" he screamed at the top of his lungs as we sat there, thoroughly enjoying his good-humored reaction to his friend's prank. The Boob cluched his ass and rolled around for a bit as we waited for him to get up and laugh while calling Adam a bastard. We were a bit confused when the Boob continued to writhe and roll around on the floor. A little thrown off by the Boob's extended performance, Adam looked at the Boob and stopped laughing.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

"NO!" the Boob shouted, rolling around some more. The three of us glanced at each other, unsure of what to expect next. After all, no one could have actually hurt themself that badly from such a minor fall... And then... that act... It couldn't have been... real? Could it have? It seemed so fake, yet here the Boob was lying in pain... real pain? I could now see that Adam was genuinely concerned for his friend and felt bad for injuring the Boob was his impulsive prank, but when I looked over at Kin, I could see it in his eyes... He was still amused. So was I.

Although the Boob, somehow - through the work of some higher power, no doubt - managed to survive a near-fatal fall on his ass, we heard him complain about his injury non-stop throughout the night. Oh, he landed on his tail bone! Oh, it hurt him to sit (his favorite past-time, aside from eating.) He even continued for the weeks to come. He complained to me. He complained to Kin. He seriously threatened to sue Adam, his best friend - his only friend - if he didn't get better. And even when we moved his loads of junk into the new apartment later, he used this as an excuse to make us do all the work.

Even still, it was a pretty good night.