Guess who is always gonna come out on top in such a battle? Here's a hint: Not me.
When I'm out and about on my bicycle, I travel the same route to get out of my neighborhood almost every time. Today was no different. I was riding up my hill, past the school... Hey look those kids are fighting! Oh, no. Only playing. Down a little more. Alright, up on the sidewalk. Wave to the security guy that I pass on a weekly basis. I glance away while I am doing this, giving me just enough time to miscalculate the distance between my right shoulder and this goddamn telephone pole.WHAM!
Normally when I wreck my bike, I swear a lot(!), then I get up and assess the damage to myself, brush myself off a bit, and hobble off to whatever destination I had planned. I usually get terrible road rash, or pick a rock out of my knee or something. Not so, this time. This time it took me all of three seconds to figure out that...well... my wrist looked strange, and my hand seemed to be whispering to me like a dying sidekick in a B western,"Krotpong,tell me about all the fun stuff we used to do back when we were kiiids..." and it just trailed off. All I know is that I'm not swearing, I'm speechless. I am, in fact, somewhat horrified because I immediately know how the rest of my day is going to go. Badly.
The nice security guard asked me if I was ok. I said something witty like "I think I just broke my fucking wrist." Then I got back on my bike and rode back home, where I called my awesome wife at work and had her take me to the emergency room, in 5:00 traffic. It was fantastic.
The way they put your wrist back in its place is pretty Medieval, from what I have been
told. I thankfully have no recollection of this, as I was in some weird drug induced state somewhere between awake and in a coma. Ah, modern medicine!
Today's audio bit is
Puget Power #3, a wonderful 7 inch. The tracklist is as follows:
Calamity Jane - Shark
Rancid Vat - Breakin' Bones
Mudhoney - Bush Pusherman
Night Kings - Black Fluid
List of things to do: I'll have a plate and a screw in my wristy-poo, some betadine, with stitches, and a half-cast too. None of this without sedation, I'd hate that. Wouldn't you?
Guh, I get tired of seeing my busted hand every time I open this thing. Here, today is all about some stars.
Guess who is always gonna come out on top in such a battle? Here's a hint: Not me.
Here is a little vintage surf instrumental cd that someone I barely know made for me, because they are a nice person. This is part one of a multiple disc set. I might put up the rest eventually, but for now it's just going to be this. Enjoy!
