2 tendons, 1 ligament

'twas the 2nd day of the new boarding season, and davy stubs his arm into the icy earth at okemo, vermont. fack me. two torn tendons and one loose ligament 2 months before tahoe gets 8 feet of snow. in one weekend. the fall was weak sauce, but i fell and couldn't get up. when i did though, i went for two more runs thinking my elbow will chill out. but no, i got elbow surgery two weeks later, the week after i returned from chillin with my sis and co. in san diego.


les mizzeral

had my new boss let me go to sweden with henry, and then to barthelona to meet up with karmen, my left arm would be solid and i'd have experienced the best paella ever.

but there's a reason for everything right?

i think that's just an excuse to not do anything about anything. to let life and destiny take you wherever it pleases. sounds like crock to me. but looking for a silver lining in my raw deal, it hit home that my life can so quickly and judiciously take a turn for the worst. without even a single moment's notice.

laden with a 10 pound steel brace from Cyberdyne, I remained a slave to an ice chest that pumped chilled water into a bag wrapped around my arm, a captive of my own room. i could not wear normal shirts for a month. i began to wear x-large t-shirts with the word Corona splashed across the left pectoral region to my jobby job. i soon upgraded my look by covering up the logo with tape. bourgeois, at the time, was dress shirts buttoned at the top, ala cholo holmes. having one less arm is serious business. seeing Diving Bell and the Butterfly two months later was a serious knock on castle grayskull too.

but anyways, i take life for granted on a much smaller scale now.