Thank you all for your kind words, its hard to explain but it was really appreciated.
Re: the jumping: I don't know if I learned anything at all besides reinforcing the old "an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure" thing.
Ask me about it sometime at a party, I don't really want to talk about it anymore here.
Except to say I learned how to treat a skinned elbow pretty good.
No need for pictures, it looks like pauls except is bigger, but these sonofabitches work like champs
at first i tried covering up the elbow/arm with a bandaid like contraption, but it was all oozy and leaked through (seriously)
the nonstick deal covers the bastard but doesn't make it all wet and lousy.
Definitely worth having under the old bathroom sink.
Walking home these kids came up behind me and knocked me down. At least one had a pipe.
I pulled my knife and they ran off then I ran several blocks to get to a better lit street.
Just 90 seconds prior to this I turned down a cab ride because I like to walk at night, especially after I've been drinking.
It took forever to get stapled up at the hospital but thats the way it goes.
Hola Amigos, its been a while since I rapped at ya!
Tonights Feature: MOBILE TELEPHONE PICTURES
comparing the price of various nuts at local dry goods shop:
blurry image of a Three-Wheeled Euro(?!)-Vehicle:
impromptu jam-off at Buffalo Thursday at/in The Square on 02June:
These guys were jamming/dancing/air-bassing at the north/house-right end of the stage.
They were pretty into it and would pose out to the part of the crowd that was yelling the loudest.
The hula girl had on uggs and/or some other brand of furry boot and it seemed to me that it was one of the nastiest displays possible.
To her tribute, a poem: in the rainy drizzle, grimy with sweat, twirling some horrible hoop. Stank feet, thighs. Jam out with your clam out.