Last night was our final day of shooting our IFC series, “Funnel of Darkness” in Oklahoma and the scene called for a super awesome party.  So we got a 400 acre farm overlooking a river, with wild horses, set a huge bonfire, got 200 beers, several bottles of whiskey, tons of meat to grill, a large amount of fireworks, some guitars, and a gaggle of cute girls.  In between scenes, right before the reverse shot that I was supposed to be in, I decided to pee off the edge of the farm above the river.  I was pretty drunk at this point.  The ledge of the farm was dirt, and it was pretty clear that over time, chunks of it had fallen into the river.  I walked to about 5 feet from the edge, beer in hand, and started to undo my belt, while the party raged in the background.  Right before I could get my jeans unbuttoned, the earth gave way and I tumbled, head over foot, thirty feet down the cliff, landing just before the water.  while I was falling, I remember thinking to myself that it was pretty awesome, and when I landed at the bottom, conscious, I yelled out in victory.  Also, my beer remained in my hand the whole time.  Now, nobody knew that I fell off the edge, so I had to yell a few times before my boys came to the rescue.  They helped me up the cliff, my body and face covered in blood and dirt, and I couldn’t stop yammering about how totally sweet the fall was.  In the end, I got some cute girl to take care of me and feed me drinks, while fireworks went off in the background.  I couldn’t shoot my last scene.

So now my back and arms are scabbed up, and my face looks like I got in a fight.  I also fucked up my ankle pretty good.  But in the end it was worth it, cause now I know nothing can kill me.
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