A story I can tell was when I hurt my knee while hanging out with him, we were riding our bikes to the shopping center at night. To get there we had to pass the skate park and ride on the bike trail up a long hill. While we were on the bike track he saw two pretty girls, we stopped so he could flirt with them and then continued on our way. Although he wanted to talk to them some more so we turned around to go back, they had said they were going along the skate park so we knew how to follow them. At the turn for the skate park the local government had put the pole up again (delinquents keep taking them down) so I had to turn on the side of the path since Kyle went on the other side of the pole. The part I went over was loose gravel so my bike wheel slipped and I skidded sideways while my bike landed on top of me. According to Kyle I sounded like a dying donkey when I screamed at that time, after I got up I couldn’t bend my knee enough to ride my bike so I had to jog next to Kyle after he finished talking to the girls. When I got back to my house late that night I looked at my knee and saw that it was swollen to be twice its normal size. The end result being that we never got to the shopping center.