Skier Character Sketch

A friend did this for an english project, i thought it was pretty cool. The style is Chaucer (Canterbury Tales). Repetition is his style.
Enjoy. :)

The skier awakes in a stupor, and stumbles through the ankle deep mess of clothes and equipment scattered about the floor. After the bathroom, top priority is an aspirin for the hangover. He notices in the mirror his long brown hair is matted entirely to one side of his head. He faces himself in the mirror, examining his crusty bloodshot eyes, and wonders how he even made it home last night. Then, he makes his way to the window. Heaving it open, he savors the icy blast of wind and snow that pushed him back and warmed his heart. While getting dressed, he counts the bruises on his legs and attempts to recall from where each came. He searches in vain for his favorite sweatpants, but they elude him once again in the sea of cotton, and so he settles for a lesser pair. It's while putting them on that he notices the scrape on the inside of his arm, most likely from his incident yesterday with the pine tree. His eyes follow the scrape down to his fingers, which are long, callused, and swollen, also from that damned ponderosa. He flexes his left hand several times, and decides an x-ray can wait another day. Besides, would the clinic even be open with twenty-two inches of fresh powder?
The skier goes to the small closet of the apartment, just past the Hendrix poster on the left, below the mounted elk head he bagged last summer. Inside, he finds his freshly waxed G4s and a heavily worn pair of Salomon boots. He also pulls out his jacket, which smells of a Grateful Dead concert and dried sweat. With meticulous detail, he covers every inch of the base of the ski with his hand, tenderly searching for any imperfection. Finding nothing, he packs the skis into his pack and throws the boots over his shoulder. A little orange juice fresh from the carton and some granola bars make a fine breakfast, and a few more will make the perfect lunch. Some cds for the drive to the lifts, a few more aspirin just in case, and the skier leaves the warmth of the apartment for the comfort of the wind and cold.