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So, as it is...
I am just the luckiest fellow around.
Here is my "Weekend got screwed" story.
Last Tuesday while working my 2nd job for Henderson Parks and Rec, I was running with the kids on the athletic field. While running, my clumsy stupid ass managed to twist my ankle slightly, give myself on hell of a rug/grass burn on the same ankle and land successfully on my left shoulder. All sucked and all felt like crap. Fast forward to Friday night, I was walking around on a sore foot, now only from the rug/grass burn that was now seeping smelly fluid and hurting like a son of a bitch. Saturday I can barely walk so my mom takes me to Urgent Care. The Doctor takes a look and starts getting freaked out. Tells us that I have a serious infection that is now in a stage of cellulitous (Where the flesh is breaking down from infection) and was relieved that it had not yet got into my joint. Which if that would of happened they would have had to put me into surgery and cut out the infection. So, since my case is serious but not yet that serious, they give me a tetanus shot and then put an IV line in my arm, so I can return to Urgent Care every 8 hours for antibiotics. After three of those fun visits, the swelling has went somewhat down and the infection looks as though it has retreated a bit, I am now on pills (that are so awesome that if you don't take them with a full glass of water you puke like possessed by Satan himself!). They also took the IV line out. My foot still hurts a bitch but hopefully within a few days the infection will have fully gone away. Here are some x-rays of my retarded foot.
So, other than that nothing much else really happened....
On with he crapo!!!!!
(only two tonight due to extreme "me being tired" syndrome)
We are running
The night has the taste of metal in the air
And the rain comes down sideways stinging the face.
The moon hides cowardly behind the rain clouds.
So fast that the trees in the surrounding us in the darkness becomes
dark green blurs.
Running so hard the lungs ache with every urgent breath.
Finally breaking through the forest we run full speed off a cliff overlooking
the ocean.
As you fall into the waves and rocks and darkness.
My wings take flight and leave the memory of you to the fish down below.
Old woman suicide
Sitting in her Cadillac in the parking lot of her public library.
Shirt open with bra exposed she stares down the teenagers skateboarding on the front steps.
She sips a brown liquid from an unmarked bottle in a small paper bag.
The security guard notices her and taps on the window with his radio.
She smiles and waves, taking the gun from under her dress she sends her thoughts scattering throughout her car’s interior.
On the seat next to her is her return books in a plastic ziplock bag and a note that reads:
Goodnight and Good Luck Captain PirateFace
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