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Four weeks after jumping off a roof, breaking his tibia, fibula and two metatarsals, a popular electrician was spotted last night dragging his moon-booted foot around the French Quarter from nitespot to nitespot.

Just why Peter Fresh lept from his third story rooftop remains a mystery.

But that was New Years Eve, a long time ago.

Last night, the 25-year-old made the decision to catch up on a month’s worth of lager-louting.

“We saw him go to a few different bars on the strip,” said one onlooker.

“He looked like he was having a good time with his mates. But yeah, look. It might not be any of my business but he should probably be at home with his foot up,”

“By the looks of things, he’s just had quite a serious injury and drinking yourself into a state close to being under a general anaesthetic probably isn’t that good for you. I’m not a doctor, it’s just like, my opinion, man.”

Our reporters managed to contact Mr. Fresh earlier today to hear his side of the story.

He joined our reporter at a cafe close to his Betoota Grove apartment.

“Yeah, I regret it,” he conceded.

“I stopped taking my painkillers so I could drink, I was just so bored of sitting at home watching Stan and drinking chilled Coola Cordial. I had to get out and see my friends,”

“And the only way to do that is to have a few cold schoons. I wasn’t about to let twelves screws, two plates and a titanium rod stop me from doing what I love. Now if you excuse me, I need to go and be sick.”

More to come.



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