Jim--my roommate

Jim went to a catholic school. He was also a jock and a chick magnet. He always had chicks calling him, but none came over--I always thought of course they wouldn't come over they were of a fine upbringing being catholic and all...He worked on Watts restaurant as a bus boy...he had and endless supply of energy always on the go. He met this girl who lived in the valley of Old Kingston Rd. Her family ran the horse stables there..They had paths down there that led through to morningside park...you could learn to ride. Well Jim being well a boy...he said he could ride...so His girlfriend brought out her horse..she said it was a good horse..but it had spirit. She wanted to walk with Jim on the horse while she held the reigns but after a couple of minutes Jim felt confident that he could ride on his own...So he took the reigns and head off in the opposite direction from us...he was doing very well..when all of the sudden the horse broke out into a gallop....His girlfriend yelled to pull back on the reigns ...show the horse that you are in charge of him...all Jim succeed in doing was turning the horse around ..now he was heading straight back to us....the horse was coming fast...you could see its head fighting Jim's commands as the horses head was now tilted at an odd angle....as if looking up at Jim and questioning what the hell are you doing ....the horse turned it's head just in time to see the only frigging telephone pole on the property...it darted left around the pole sending Jim flying off on the right...flumph...he landed with a thud...he landed hard.. He got up and brushed himself off...his girlfriend retrieved the horse and came back and said he did well ..and asked if he wanted to give it another try..he said naw not today..he just stopped by..and had to do some homework, maybe tomorrow he would go riding with her...he pushed me along as I was petting the horse...He said come on we have to go now....with that we walked out of the park and started up the hill....he asked me if his girlfriend was out of eye site..I said yeah..she rode off in the other direction..checking again just to be sure...why I asked...he then collapsed beside the graveyard...rolled on the ground back and forth...moaning oh man..oh man...I am hurting bad...He finally stopped rolling and just lie there...I said you want me to get you some help..he said no..stop talking as he had to use all of his energy to focus on easing the pain....We stayed there for awhile in the graveyard..I walked around looking at the some of the grave stones...man there are some very old head stones here...I noticed that most people were old..very old...80's and 90's....hmm. they might have had a rough day to day life but they sure lasted a long time..as I pictured the battery pink bunny...anyway I laughed at my inside joke wondering if I should share it with Jim and thought not...as I noticed that it was starting to get dark...I no longer wanted to read the grave stones...I said come on Jim we have been here at least an hour...you have to get up..he said ok..I had to help him...he leaned on me as we got to the top of the hill and back onto Kingston rd..somehow we made it home..He crashed right away..damn maybe he had an concussion or something..I think you are suppose to keep them awake...I tried to wake him up ...but he said if I disturb him again...he will throw me just like the horse did to him, if I woke him up again...Damn Jim had the staunchest arm pits...they smelt like ear wax...Jim was one of those guys who had to shower at least two times a day..but looks like he wasn't going to this night oh lucky me.