What a ski season In the winter of 1999, two friends and I decided to do a skiing season in the French Alps. Our plans were to stay there at least for two months assumed that the three of us got jobs down there. So, two days after new-years-eve, Martin, Christian and I left Sweden by plane, very excited for our first ski-bumming season. When we arrived 23 hours later, we got shocked! There was hardly any …showed first 75 words of 378 total…

…showed last 75 words of 378 total…God punished us for our drinking sins. One of my friends was about to do a skiing trick called an “Helicopter”, when one of his ski bindings released and he broke his leg on two places. So the rest of our season, if you could call it that, we spent on a hospital in a nearby village feeling like a couple of losers. So much for ski-bumming with a lot of alcohol and no snow.