So, last night I royally fucked up my back. And, no, it wasn't doing anything scandalous regrettably. In a fit of Feng Shui, I asked da' Protege to take a look at a comic book collection I've had since childhood and sell it.
At any rate, they were neatly sitting in my closet on the top shelf. I grabbed the box and lost my grip. Now, I should have just let the box fall to the ground and pick up the pieces after the dust settled. Nah, I figured an angle change here, a slight step there and i could adjust accordingly to CATCH the fuckin' box. Which I did. To the tune of a pinched nerve in the back.
So, Memorial Day Weekend, fucked up back, not gonna make any flights to Chicago. Goddammit.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment