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I'm not sure the exact year, it must have been winter of '87 or '88... Every single weekday this particular winter, my friend Jeff and I went to the tunnels. This one day, it must have snowed 12 inches and was still comming down at the usual time of departure. We didn't care about no damned snow, we were goin to the tunnels no matter what!!! So we grabbed a boombox, flashlight, and a case of beer and jumped into his beat down reddish color Oldsmobile and drove to the neighborhood that was east of Northville Road. We parked at the school that was there (as I'm all sure you all know, you can't park on any public street in Northville after like midnight or they tow your car), walked down the dirt road and across the railroad tracks to Northville Road. We ran/jogged across Northville Rd and Hines Drive to the trail thru the woods. Eventually, we ended up in the top of the firetower, drinkin beer and listenin to music. On the way down the stairs, I noticed a door to the roof that I had never seen before. I tried to push it open, but there was a mound of snow in front of it. We forced that damned door open and I walked out onto the snow-covered roof. The shingles were round and made of a brick like substance, and very slippery. I took a couple steps and BAM- I fell face down and started sliding toward the edge of the building, frantically reaching and grabbing for anything I could find under the snow. With only inches to go, I found a wire! I pulled my self up and swore I would "never climb anything here again in my life"(yeah right). So we get down and almost to the hospital building to climb the elevator shaft, when I noticed my hand was very very cold. I took my glove off, turned it upside down, and poured blood out into the snow. I cut my right index finger to the bone. Jeff was like, "We gotta get you to the hospital", but I wanted to drink more beer and smear blood all over the place- which we did, till I got dizzy. Then we walked allllllll the way back across the complex, thru the woods, ran across both main roads and as soon as we get to the railroad tracks, a fucking train comes and makes us stand there freezing our asses off for another 20 mins. I went to St Mary's in Livonia and got the muscle sewn back together and 7 stitches in the skin. I wish I woulda saved them!