An injury most foul…
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Take a look at that image. Take a good long look at it.
It’s not a fake, and it hasn’t been digitally manipulated other than to remove sensitive personal information.
Darren Coyle is a hard working young film maker who has, for some time, been struggling to achieve the notice he richly deserves.
It’s not an easy industry by any stretch of the imagination, further complicated by the fact that it seems largely populated by douche bags. But such is the case and if you wish to play that game, you must play, to some extent, by their rules. And so Darren has: becoming a producer in the field of reality television, hopping from job to job when the wellspring of salaried work dried up, most recently taking a job working on the fascinating exploration of the American psyche known as Wife Swap.
In January, while working in Seattle on a shoot for this show, Darren had the great misfortune to fall, head first, down a short flight of concrete stairs. Though explained to me more than once, I am still not quite able to picture the contortions required, but needless to say, the fall resulted in Darren’s ankle being shattered in three locations.
Darren was rushed to the emergency room and escorted into the operating theater once the nature of his situation was determined. Two hours, 10 screws, a steel plate and 1 pin later Darren emerged… more metallic.
Post surgery, our hero suffered re-hospitalization at the hands of an infection, but is now recovering well, having gotten over his fear of pain killers and pre-fab microwave meals. Though 8 weeks certainly seems a long time for one forced to endure its passage from the confines of a bed and a narrow city apartment, I am certain that he’ll be back up on his feet, free to fall down whatever stairs he sees fit in no time at all… we’re all rooting for you, Darren.
2 Responses to “An injury most foul…”
Thanks, Jason, for making a clumsy misshap sound like an epic journey. For that misshap was only the first step in my long journey. A journey of the mind. I cannot leave the confines of my 2-bedroom Brooklyn apartment, so my mind is my vessel and Percaset my sail, and sometimes docking at Ultram for supplies. I must admit I am beginning to, as American soldiers in Vietnam used to say, get squirrely. I feel claustrophobic lying alone in my queen-sized bed. Despite the winter weather, I have not known a change in temperature in 3 weeks. Money, drugs, food and pornography have all been shipped to me through the modern, cosmopolitan conveinience of mail, internet and delivery services, but I would give it all back tomorrow if only I could simply walk again. Do not cry for me, though. This phoenix will rise from the ashes and show the world what I am made of. Probably by walking to the store for a six pack and twinkies.
Darren, that’s tough, man. At least it means that Jason will have a second person reading his blog (at least for the next five weeks). I should mention that when I noticed a general improvement in the quality of Wife Swap this season, I suspected some of your handiwork. Honestly, that’s a serious injury and I hope you have a swift and total recovery- because you’ll need all your strength to handle the drug additions and agoraphobia you’re surely developing.