It was under a pier on a beach with an ex of mine. We were kind of wresting, for a lack of a better term, and I pressed my back against a column with a random piece of wood sticking out. So right off the bat my back looked like I just stepped out of a Folsom Street Fair. Not to mention at one point when I rolled over, I hit my back on a piece of rock. And the sand. The fucking sand. Bring towels kids.