Mick has been a bit more clumsy lately. He actually fell on stage and got chewed out for it. So after a long recording session, he walked out into the night. He was instantly blasted by the cold night wind. He let out a breath- visible in the cold. He began walking down the long steps, but he slipped and fell down them into the snow. He cursed as he tried to get up fast, but his “curse” (disease) pained him from the quick movement. He just layed there, wondering… why… why did all of this crap happen to him? He stared up at the starless sky, obscured by the lights of California.